THE TIN WOODMAN OF OZ

A Faithful Story of the Astonishing Adventure
Undertaken by the Tin Woodman, assisted
by Woot the Wanderer, the Scarecrow
of Oz, and Polychrome, the
Rainbow's Daughter

by L. FRANK BAUM "Royal historian of Oz"

This Book
is dedicated
to the son of
my son Frank Alden Baum

TO MY READERS

I know that some of you have been waiting for this
story of the Tin Woodman, because many of my
correspondents have asked me, time and again what ever
became of the "pretty Munchkin girl" whom Nick Chopper
was engaged to marry before the Wicked Witch enchanted
his axe and he traded his flesh for tin. I, too, have
wondered what became of her, but until Woot the
Wanderer interested himself in the matter the Tin
Woodman knew no more than we did. However, he found
her, after many thrilling adventures, as you will
discover when you have read this story.
I am delighted at the continued interest of both
young and old in the Oz stories. A learned college
professor recently wrote me to ask: "For readers of
what age are your books intended?" It puzzled me to
answer that properly, until I had looked over some of
the letters I have received. One says: "I'm a little
boy 5 years old, and I Just love your Oz stories. My
sister, who is writing this for me, reads me the Oz
books, but I wish I could read them myself." Another
letter says: "I'm a great girl 13 years old, so you'll
be surprised when I tell you I am not too old yet for
the Oz stories." Here's another letter: "Since I was a
young girl I've never missed getting a Baum book for
Christmas. I'm married, now, but am as eager to get and
read the Oz stories as ever." And still another writes:
"My good wife and I, both more than 70 years of age,
believe that we find more real enjoyment in your Oz
books than in any other books we read." Considering
these statements, I wrote the college professor that my
books are intended for all those whose hearts are
young, no matter what their ages may be.
I think I am justified in promising that there will
be some astonishing revelations about The Magic of Oz
in my book for 1919. Always your loving and grateful
friend,
L. FRANK BAUM.
Royal Historian of Oz.
"OZCOT"
at HOLLYWOOD
in CALIFORNIA
1918.

The Emperor of the Winkies paused in his story to reach for an oil
can, with which he carefully oiled the joints in his tin throat, for his
voice had begun to squeak a little. Woot the Wanderer, having satisfied
his hunger, watched this oiling process with much curiosity, but begged
the Tin Man to go on with his tale.
"The Witch with the Silver Shoes hated me for having defied her,"
resumed the Emperor, his voice now sounding clear as a bell, "and she
insisted that Nimmie Amee should never marry me. Therefore she made the
enchanted axe cut off my other arm, and the tinsmith also replaced that
member that you see me using. But alas! After that, the axe, still
enchanted by the cruel Witch, cut my body in two, so that I fell to the
ground. Then the Witch, who was watching from a nearby bush, rushed up
and seized the axe and chopped my body into several small pieces, after
which, thinking that at last she had destroyed me, she ran away laughing
in wicked glee.
"But Nimmie Amee found me. She picked up my arms and legs and
head and made a bundle of them and carried them to the tinsmith, who set
to work and made me a fine body of pure tin. When he had joined the arms
and legs to the body and set my head in the tin collar, I was a much
better man than ever, for my body could not ache or pain me, and I was so
beautiful and bright that I had no need of clothing. Clothing is always
a nuisance, because it soils and tears and has to be replaced, but my tin
body only needs to be oiled and polished.
"Nimmie Amee still declared she would marry me, as she still
loved me in spite of the Witch's evil deeds. The girl declared I would
make the brightest husband in all the world, which was quite true.
However, the Wicked Witch was not yet defeated. When I returned to my
work, the axe slipped and cut off my head, which was the only meat part
of me then remaining. Moreover, the old woman grabbed up my severed head
and carried it away with her and hid it. But Nimmie Amee came into the
forest and found me wandering around helplessly, because I could not see
where to go, and she led me to my friend the tinsmith. The faithful fellow
at once set to work to make me a tin head, and he had just completed it
when Nimmie Amee came running up with my old head, which she had stolen
from the Witch. But on reflection, I considered the tin head far
superior to the meat one--I am wearing it yet, so you can see its beauty
and grace of outline--and the girl agreed with me that a man all made of
tin was far more perfect than one formed of different materials. The
tinsmith was as proud of his workmanship as I was, and for three whole
days all admired me and praised my beauty. Being now completely formed
of tin, I had no more fear of the Wicked Witch, for she was powerless to
injure me. Nimmie Amee said we must be married at once, for then she
could come to my cottage and live with me and keep me bright and sparkling.
"'I am sure, my dear Nick,' said the brave and beautiful girl--my
name was then Nick Chopper, you should be told--that you will make the
best husband any girl could have. I shall not be obliged to cook for
you, for now you do not eat; I shall not have to make your bed, for tin
does not tire or require sleep; when we go to a dance, you will not get
weary before the music stops and say you want to go home. All day long,
while you are chopping wood in the forest, I shall be able to amuse
myself in my own way, a privilege few wives enjoy. There is no temper in
your new head, so you will not get angry with me. Finally, I shall take
pride in being the wife of the only live Tin Woodman in all the world!'
Which shows that Nimmie Amee was as wise as she was brave and beautiful."
"I think she was a very nice girl," said Woot the Wanderer. "But
tell me, please, why were you not killed when you were chopped to
pieces?"
"In the Land of Oz," replied the Emperor, "no one can ever be
killed. A man with a wooden leg or a tin leg is still the same man, and
as I lost parts of my meat body by degrees, I always remained the same
person as in the beginning, even though in the end I was all tin and no
meat."
"I see," said the boy thoughtfully. "And did you marry Nimmie
Amee?"
"No," answered the Tin Woodman, "I did not. She said she still
loved me, but I found that I no longer loved her. My tin body contained
no heart, and without a heart no one can love. So the Wicked Witch
conquered in the end, and when I left the Munchkin Country of Oz, the
poor girl was still the slave of the Witch and had to do her bidding day
and night."
"Where did you go?" asked Woot.
"Well, I first started out to find a heart, so I could love
Nimmie Amee again, but hearts are more scarce than one would think. One
day, in a big forest that was strange to me, my joints suddenly became
rusted because I had forgotten to oil them. There I stood, unable to move
hand or foot. And there I continued to stand while days came and went
until Dorothy and the Scarecrow came along and rescued me. They oiled my
joints and set me free, and I've taken good care never to rust again."
"Who was this Dorothy?" questioned the Wanderer.
"A little girl who happened to be in a house when it was carried
by a cyclone all the way from Kansas to the Land of Oz. When the house
fell in the Munchkin Country, it fortunately landed on the Wicked Witch
and smashed her flat. It was a big house, and I think the Witch is under
it yet."
"No," said the Scarecrow, correcting him. "Dorothy says the
Witch turned to dust, and the wind scattered the dust in every
direction."
"Well," continued the Tin Woodman, "after meeting the Scarecrow
and Dorothy, I went with them to the Emerald City, where the Wizard of Oz
gave me a heart. But the Wizard's stock of hearts was low, and he gave
me a Kind Heart instead of a Loving Heart, so that I could not love
Nimmie Amee any more than I did when I was heartless."
"Couldn't the Wizard give you a heart that was both Kind and
Loving?" asked the boy.
"No. That was what I asked for, but he said he was so short on
hearts just then that there was but one in stock, and I could take that
or none at all. So I accepted it, and I must say that for its kind it is
a very good heart indeed."
"It seems to me," said Woot musingly, "that the Wizard fooled
you. It can't be a very Kind Heart, you know."
"Why not?" demanded the Emperor.
"Because it was unkind of you to desert the girl who loved you
and who had been faithful and true to you when you were in trouble. Had
the heart the Wizard gave you been a Kind Heart, you would have gone back
home and made the beautiful Munchkin girl your wife and then brought her
here to be an Empress and live in your splendid tin castle."
The Tin Woodman was so surprised at this frank speech that for a
time he did nothing but stare hard at the boy Wanderer. But the
Scarecrow wagged his stuffed head and said in a positive tone, "This boy
is right. I've often wondered, myself, why you didn't go back and find
that poor Munchkin girl."
Then the Tin Woodman stared hard at the Scarecrow. But finally
he said in a serious tone of voice, "I must admit that never before have
I thought of such a thing as finding Nimmie Amee and making her Empress
of the Winkies. But it is surely not too late, even now, to do this, for
the girl must still be living in the Munchkin Country. And since this
strange Wanderer has reminded me of Nimmie Amee, I believe it is my duty
to set out and find her. Surely it is not the girl's fault that I no
longer love her, and so, if I can make her happy, it is proper that I
should do so, and in this way reward her for her faithfulness."
"Quite right, my friend!" agreed the Scarecrow.
"Will you accompany me on this errand?" asked the Tin Emperor.
"Of course," said the Scarecrow.
"And will you take me along?" pleaded Woot the Wanderer in an
eager voice.
"To be sure," said the Tin Woodman, "if you care to join our
party. It was you who first told me it was my duty to find and marry
Nimmie Amee, and I'd like you to know that Nick Chopper, the Tin Emperor
of the Winkies, is a man who never shirks his duty once it is pointed out
to him."
"It ought to be a pleasure as well as a duty if the girl is so
beautiful," said Woot, well pleased with the idea of the adventure.
"Beautiful things may be admired, if not loved," asserted the Tin
Man. "Flowers are beautiful, for instance, but we are not inclined to
marry them. Duty, on the contrary, is a bugle call to action, whether
you are inclined to act or not. In this case, I obey the bugle call of
duty."
"When shall we start?" inquired the Scarecrow, who was always
glad to embark upon a new adventure. "I don't hear any bugle, but when
do we go?"
"As soon as we can get ready," answered the Emperor. "I'll call
my servants at once and order them to make preparations for our journey."

Woot the Wanderer slept that night in the tin castle of the
Emperor of the Winkies and found his tin bed quite comfortable. Early
the next morning, he rose and took a walk through the gardens, where
there were tin fountains and beds of curious tin flowers and where tin
birds perched upon the branches of tin trees and sang songs that sounded
like the notes of tin whistles. All these wonders had been made by the
clever Winkie tinsmiths, who wound the birds up every morning so that
they would move about and sing. After breakfast, the boy went into the
throne room, where the Emperor was having his tin joints carefully oiled
by a servant, while other servants were stuffing sweet, fresh hay into
the body of the Scarecrow.
Woot watched this operation with much interest, for the
Scarecrow's body was only a suit of clothes filled with straw. The coat
was buttoned tight to keep the packed straw from sagging down. The
Scarecrow's head was a gunny sack filled with bran, on which the eyes,
nose and mouth had been painted. His hands were white cotton gloves
stuffed with fine straw. Woot noticed that even when carefully stuffed
and patted into shape, the straw man was awkward in his movements and
decidedly wobbly on his feet, so the boy wondered if the Scarecrow would
be able to travel with them all the way to the forests of the Munchkin
Country of Oz.
The preparations made for this important journey were very
simple. A knapsack was filled with food and given Woot the Wanderer to
carry upon his back, for the food was for his use alone. The Tin Woodman
shouldered an axe which was sharp and brightly polished, and the
Scarecrow put the Emperor's oil-can in his pocket that he might oil his
friend's joints should they need it.
"Who will govern the Winkie Country during your absence?" asked
the boy.
"Why, the Country will run itself," answered the Emperor. "As a
matter of fact, my people do not need an Emperor, for Ozma of Oz watches
over the welfare of all her subjects, including the Winkies. Like a good
many kings and emperors, I have a grand title but very little real power,
which allows me time to amuse myself in my own way. The people of Oz have
but one law to obey, which is: 'Behave Yourself,' so it is easy for them
to abide by this Law, and you'll notice they behave very well. But it is
time for us to be off, and I am eager to start because I suppose that
that poor Munchkin girl is anxiously awaiting my coming."
"She's waited a long time already, it seems to me," remarked the
Scarecrow as they left the grounds of the castle and followed a path that
led eastward.
"True," replied the Tin Woodman, "but I've noticed that the last
end of a wait, however long it has been, is the hardest to endure, so I
must try to make Nimmie Amee happy as soon as possible."
"Ah, that proves you have a Kind Heart," remarked the Scarecrow
approvingly.
"It's too bad he hasn't a Loving Heart," said Woot. "This Tin Man
is going to marry a nice girl through kindness and not because he loves
her, and somehow that doesn't seem quite right."
"Even so, I am not sure it isn't best for the girl," said the
Scarecrow, who seemed very intelligent for a straw man. "For a loving
husband is not always kind, while a kind husband is sure to make any girl
content."
"Nimmie Amee will become an Empress!" announced the Tin Woodman
proudly. "I shall have a tin gown made for her, with tin ruffles and
tucks on it, and she shall have tin slippers and tin earrings and
bracelets and wear a tin crown on her head. I am sure that will delight
Nimmie Amee, for all girls are fond of finery."
"Are we going to the Munchkin Country by way of the Emerald
City?" inquired the Scarecrow, who looked upon the Tin Woodman as the
leader of the party.
"I think not," was the reply. "We are engaged upon a rather
delicate adventure, for we are seeking a girl who fears her former lover
has forgotten her. It will be rather hard for me, you must admit, when I
confess to Nimmie Amee that I have come to marry her because it is my
duty to do so, and therefore the fewer witnesses there are to our
meeting, the better for both of us. After I have found Nimmie Amee and
she has managed to control her joy at our reunion, I shall take her to
the Emerald City and introduce her to Ozma and Dorothy and to Betsy
Bobbin and Tiny Trot, and all our other friends; but if I remember
rightly, poor Nimmie Amee has a sharp tongue when angry, and she may be a
trifle angry with me at first because I have been so long in coming to
her."
"I can understand that," said Woot gravely. "But how can we get
to that part of the Munchkin Country where you once lived without passing
through the Emerald City?"
"Why, that is easy," the Tin Man assured him.
"I have a map of Oz in my pocket," persisted the boy, "and it
shows that the Winkie Country, where we are now, is at the west of Oz,
and the Munchkin Country at the east, while directly between them lies
the Emerald City."
"True enough. But we shall go toward the north first of all,
into the Gillikin Country, and so pass around the Emerald City,"
explained the Tin Woodman.
"That may prove a dangerous journey," replied the boy. "I used
to live in one of the top corners of the Gillikin Country, near to
Oogaboo, and I have been told that in this northland country are many
people whom it is not pleasant to meet. I was very careful to avoid them
during my journey south."
"A Wanderer should have no fear," observed the Scarecrow, who was
wabbling (sic) along in a funny, haphazard manner but keeping pace with
his friends.
"Fear does not make a coward," returned Woot, growing a little
red in the face, "but I believe it is more easy to avoid danger than to
overcome it. The safest way is the best way, even for one who is brave
and determined."
"Do not worry, for we shall not go far to the north," said the
Emperor. "My one idea is to avoid the Emerald City without going out of
our way more than is necessary. Once around the Emerald City, we will
turn south into the Munchkin Country, where the Scarecrow and I are well
acquainted and have many friends."
"I have traveled some in the Gillikin Country," remarked the
Scarecrow, "and while I must say I have met some strange people there at
times, I have never yet been harmed by them."
"Well, it's all the same to me," said Woot with assumed
carelessness. "Dangers, when they cannot be avoided, are often quite
interesting, and I am willing to go wherever you two venture to go."
So they left the path they had been following and began to travel
toward the northeast, and all that day they were in the pleasant Winkie
Country, and all the people they met saluted the Emperor with great
respect and wished him good luck on his journey. At night they stopped
at a house where they were well entertained and where Woot was given a
comfortable bed to sleep in. "Were the Scarecrow and I alone," said the
Tin Woodman, "we would travel by night as well as by day, but with a meat
person in our party, we must halt at night to permit him to rest."
"Meat tires after a day's travel," added the Scarecrow, "while
straw and tin never tire at all. Which proves," said he, "that we are
somewhat superior to people made in the common way."
Woot could not deny that he was tired, and he slept soundly until
morning, when he was given a good breakfast, smoking hot. "You two miss
a great deal by not eating," he said to his companions.
"It is true," responded the Scarecrow. "We miss suffering from
hunger when food cannot be had, and we miss a stomach ache now and then."
As he said this, the Scarecrow glanced at the Tin Woodman, who nodded his
assent.
All that second day they traveled steadily, entertaining one
another the while with stories of adventures they had formerly met and
listening to the Scarecrow recite poetry. He had learned a great many
poems from Professor Wogglebug and loved to repeat them whenever anybody
would listen to him. Of course Woot and the Tin Woodman now listened
because they could not do otherwise--unless they rudely ran away from
their stuffed comrade.
One of the Scarecrow's recitations was like this:
"What sound is so sweet
As the straw from the wheat
When it crunkles so tender and low?
It is yellow and bright,
So it gives me delight
To crunkle wherever I go.
Sweet, fresh, golden Straw!
There is surely no flaw
In a stuffing so clean and compact.
It creaks when I walk,
And it thrills when I talk,
And its fragrance is fine, for a fact.
To cut me don't hurt,
For I've no blood to squirt,
And I therefore can suffer no pain;
The straw that I use
Doesn't lump up or bruise,
Though it's pounded again and again!
I know it is said
That my beautiful head
Has brains of mixed wheat-straw and bran,
But my thoughts are so good
I'd not change if I could,
For the brains of a common meat man.
Content with my lot
I'm glad that I'm not
Like others I meet day by day;
If my insides get musty,
Or mussed-up or dusty,
I get newly stuffed right away."

Toward evening, the travelers found there was no longer a path to
guide them, and the purple hues of the grass and trees warned them that
they were now in the Country of the Gillikins, where strange peoples
dwelt in places that were quite unknown to the other inhabitants of Oz.
The fields were wild and uncultivated, and there were no houses of any
sort to be seen. But our friends kept on walking even after the sun went
down, hoping to find a good place for Woot the Wanderer to sleep. But
when it grew quite dark and the boy was weary with his long walk, they
halted right in the middle of a field and allowed Woot to get his supper
from the food he carried in his knapsack. Then the Scarecrow laid
himself down so that Woot could use his stuffed body as a pillow, and the
Tin Woodman stood up beside them all night so the dampness of the ground
might not rust his joints or dull his brilliant polish. Whenever the dew
settled on his body, he carefully wiped it off with a cloth, and so in
the morning the Emperor shone as brightly as ever in the rays of the
rising sun.
They wakened the boy at daybreak, the Scarecrow saying to him,
"We have discovered something queer, and therefore we must counsel
together what to do about it."
"What have you discovered?" asked Woot, rubbing the sleep from
his eyes with his knuckles and giving three wide yawns to prove he was
fully awake.
"A Sign," said the Tin Woodman. "A Sign and another path."
"What does the Sign say?" inquired the boy.
"It says that 'All Strangers are Warned not to Follow this Path
to Loonville,'" answered the Scarecrow, who could read very well when his
eyes had been freshly painted.
"In that case," said the boy, opening his knapsack to get some
breakfast, "let us travel in some other direction."
But this did not seem to please either of his companions. "I'd
like to see what Loonville looks like," remarked the Tin Woodman.
"When one travels, it is foolish to miss any interesting sight,"
added the Scarecrow.
"But a warning means danger," protested Woot the Wanderer, "and I
believe it sensible to keep out of danger whenever we can."
They made no reply to this speech for a while. Then said the
Scarecrow, "I have escaped so many dangers during my lifetime that I am
not much afraid of anything that can happen."
"Nor am I!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman, swinging his glittering
axe around his tin head in a series of circles. "Few things can injure
tin, and my axe is a powerful weapon to use against a foe. But our boy
friend," he continued, looking solemnly at Woot, "might perhaps be
injured if the people of Loonville are really dangerous, so I propose he
waits here while you and I, Friend Scarecrow, visit the forbidden City of
Loonville."
"Don't worry about me," advised Woot calmly. "Wherever you wish
to go, I will go and share your dangers. During my wanderings I have
found it more wise to keep out of danger than to venture in, but at that
time I was alone, and now I have two powerful friends to protect me."
So when he had finished his breakfast, they all set out along the
path that led to Loonville. "It is a place I have never heard of
before," remarked the Scarecrow as they approached a dense forest. "The
inhabitants may be people of some sort, or they may be animals, but
whatever they prove to be we will have an interesting story to relate to
Dorothy and Ozma on our return."
The path led into the forest, but the big trees grew so closely
together and the vines and underbrush were so thick and matted that they
had to clear a path at each step in order to proceed. In one or two
places the Tin Man, who went first to clear the way, cut the branches
with a blow of his axe. Woot followed next, and last of the three came
the Scarecrow, who could not have kept the path at all had not his
comrades broken the way for his straw-stuffed body. Presently the Tin
Woodman pushed his way through some heavy underbrush and almost tumbled
headlong into a vast cleared space in the forest. The clearing was
circular, big and roomy, yet the top branches of the tall trees reached
over and formed a complete dome or roof for it. Strangely enough,
it was not dark in this immense natural chamber in the woodland, for the
place glowed with a soft, white light that seemed to come from some
unseen source.
In the chamber were grouped dozens of queer creatures, and these
so astonished the Tin Man that Woot had to push his metal body aside that
he might see, too. And the Scarecrow pushed Woot aside, so that the
three travelers stood in a row, staring with all their eyes.
The creatures they beheld were round and ball-like, round in
body, round in legs and arms, round in hands and feet, and round of head.
The only exception to the roundness was a slight hollow on the top of
each head, making it saucer-shaped instead of dome-shaped. They wore no
clothes on their puffy bodies, nor had they any hair. Their skins were
all of a light gray color, and their eyes were mere purple spots. Their
noses were as puffy as the rest of them. "Are they rubber, do you
think?" asked the Scarecrow, who noticed that the creatures bounded as
they moved and seemed almost as light as air.
"It is difficult to tell what they are," answered Woot. "They
seem to be covered with warts."
The Loons--for so these folks were called--had been doing many
things, some playing together, some working at tasks, and some gathered
in groups to talk; but at the sound of strange voices, which echoed
rather loudly through the clearing, all turned in the direction of the
intruders. Then, in a body, they all rushed forward, running and
bounding with tremendous speed. The Tin Woodman was so surprised by this
sudden dash that he had no time to raise his axe before the Loons were
upon them. The creatures swung their puffy hands, which looked like
boxing gloves, and pounded the three travelers as hard as they could on
all sides. The blows were quite soft and did not hurt our friends at
all, but the onslaught quite bewildered them, so that in a brief period
all three were knocked over and fell flat upon the ground. Once down,
many of the Loons held them to prevent their getting up again, while
others wound long tendrils of vines about them, binding their arms and
legs to their bodies and so rendering them helpless.
"Aha!" cried the biggest Loon of all. "We've got 'em safe, so
let's carry 'em to King Bal and have 'em tried and condemned and
perforated!"
They had to drag their captives to the center of the domed
chamber, for their weight as compared with that of the Loons prevented
their being carried. Even the Scarecrow was much heavier than the puffy
Loons. But finally the party halted before a raised platform on which
stood a sort of throne consisting of a big, wide chair with a string tied
to one arm of it. This string led upward to the roof of the dome.
Arranged before the throne, the prisoners were allowed to sit up facing
the empty throne.
"Good!" said the big Loon who had commanded the party. "Now to
get King Bal to judge these terrible creatures we have so bravely
captured." As he spoke, he took hold of the string and began to pull as
hard as he could. One or two of the others helped him, and pretty soon,
as they drew in the cord, the leaves above them parted and a Loon
appeared at the other end of the string. It didn't take long to draw him
down to the throne, where he seated himself and was tied in so he
wouldn't float upward again.
"Hello," said the King, blinking his purple eyes at his
followers. "What's up now?"
"Strangers, your Majesty, strangers and captives," replied the
big Loon pompously.
"Dear me! I see 'em. I see 'em very plainly," exclaimed the
King, his purple eyes bulging out as he looked at the three prisoners.
"What curious animals! Are they dangerous, do you think, my good Panta?"
"I'm 'fraid so, your Majesty. Of course, they may NOT be
dangerous, but we musn't take chances. Enough accidents happen to us
poor Loons as it is, and my advice is to condemn and perforate 'em as
quickly as possible."
"Keep your advice to yourself," said the monarch in a peeved
tone. "Who's King here, anyhow? You or Me?"
"We made you our King because you have less common sense than the
rest of us," answered Panta Loon indignantly. "I could have been King
myself had I wanted to, but I didn't care for the hard work and
responsibility."
As he said this, the big Loon strutted back and forth in the
space between the throne of King Bal and the prisoners, and the other
Loons seemed much impressed by his defiance. But suddenly there was a
sharp report and Panta Loon instantly disappeared, to the great
astonishment of the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and Woot the Wanderer, who
saw on the spot where the big fellow had stood a little heap of flabby,
wrinkled skin that looked like a collapsed rubber balloon.
"There!" exclaimed the King. "I expected that would happen. The
conceited rascal wanted to puff himself up until he was bigger than the
rest of you, and this is the result of his folly. Get the pump working,
some of you, and blow him up again."
"We will have to mend the puncture first, your Majesty,"
suggested one of the Loons, and the prisoners noticed that none of them
seemed surprised or shocked at the sad accident to Panta.
"All right," grumbled the King. "Fetch Til to mend him."
One or two ran away and presently returned followed by a lady
Loon wearing huge, puffed-up rubber skirts. Also, she had a purple
feather fastened to a wart on the top of her head, and around her waist
was a sash of fiber-like vines, dried and tough, that looked like
strings. "Get to work, Til," commanded King Bal. "Panta has just
exploded."
The lady Loon picked up the bunch of skin and examined it
carefully until she discovered a hole in one foot. Then she pulled a
strand of string from her sash, and drawing the edges of the hole
together, she tied them fast with the string, thus making one of those
curious warts which the strangers had noticed on so many Loons. Having
done this, Til Loon tossed the bit of skin to the other Loons and was
about to go away when she noticed the prisoners and stopped to inspect
them.
"Dear me!" said Til. "What dreadful creatures. Where did they
come from?"
"We captured them," replied one of the Loons.
"And what are we going to do with them?" inquired the girl Loon.
"Perhaps we'll condemn 'em and puncture 'em," answered the King.
"Well," said she, still eyeing the captives, "I'm not sure they'll
puncture. Let's try it, and see."
One of the Loons ran to the forest's edge and quickly returned
with a long, sharp thorn. He glanced at the King, who nodded his head in
assent, and then he rushed forward and stuck the thorn into the leg of
the Scarecrow. The Scarecrow merely smiled and said nothing, for the
thorn didn't hurt him at all. Then the Loon tried to prick the Tin
Woodman's leg, but the tin only blunted the point of the thorn.
"Just as I thought," said Til, blinking her purple eyes and
shaking her puffy head. But just then the Loon stuck the thorn into the
leg of Woot and Wanderer, and while it had been blunted somewhat, it was
still sharp enough to hurt.
"Ouch!" yelled Woot, and kicked out his leg with so much energy
that the frail bonds that tied him burst apart. His foot caught the
Loon--who was leaning over him--full on his puffy stomach and sent him
shooting up into the air. When he was high over their heads, he exploded
with a loud "pop," and his skin fell to the ground.
"I really believe," said the King, rolling his spot-like eyes in
a frightened way, "that Panta was right in claiming these prisoners are
dangerous. Is the pump ready?"
Some of the Loons had wheeled a big machine in front of the
throne and now took Panta's skin and began to pump air into it. Slowly
it swelled out until the King cried "Stop!"
"No, no!" yelled Panta. "I'm not big enough yet."
"You're as big as you're going to be," declared the King.
"Before you exploded you were bigger than the rest of us, and that caused
you to be proud and overbearing. Now you're a little smaller than the
rest, and you will last longer and be more humble."
"Pump me up, pump me up!" wailed Panta. "If you don't, you'll
break my heart."
"If we do, we'll break your skin," replied the King.
So the Loons stopped pumping air into Panta and pushed him away
from the pump. He was certainly more humble than before his accident,
for he crept into the background and said nothing more. "Now pump up the
other one," ordered the King. Til had already mended him, and the Loons
set to work to pump him full of air.
During these last few moments, none had paid much attention to
the prisoners, so Woot, finding his legs free, crept over to the Tin
Woodman and rubbed the bonds that were still around his arms and body
against the sharp edge of the axe, which quickly cut them. The boy was
now free, and the thorn which the Loon had stuck into his leg was lying
unnoticed on the ground where the creature had dropped it when he
exploded. Woot leaned forward and picked up the thorn, and while the
Loons were busy watching the pump, the boy sprang to his feet and
suddenly rushed upon the group.
"Pop, pop, pop!" went three of the Loons when the Wanderer
pricked them with his thorn, and at the sounds the others looked around
and saw their danger. With yells of fear they bounded away in all
directions, scattering about the clearing with Woot the Wanderer in full
chase. While they could run much faster than the boy, they often
stumbled and fell or got in one another's way, so he managed to catch
several and prick them with his thorn.
It astonished him to see how easily the Loons exploded. When the
air was let out of them, they were quite helpless. Til Loon was one of
those who ran against his thorn, and many others suffered the same fate.
The creatures could not escape from the enclosure, but in their fright
many bounded upward and caught branches of the trees, and then climbed
out of reach of the dreaded thorn. Woot was getting pretty tired chasing
them, so he stopped and came over, panting, to where his friends were
sitting, still bound.
"Very well done, my Wanderer," said the Tin Woodman. "It is
evident that we need fear these puffed-up creatures no longer, so be kind
enough to unfasten our bonds, and we will proceed upon our journey."
Woot untied the bonds of the Scarecrow and helped him to his
feet. Then he freed the Tin Woodman, who got up without help. Looking
around them, they saw that the only Loon now remaining within reach was
Bal Loon, the King, who had remained seated in his throne, watching the
punishment of his people with a bewildered look in his purple eyes.
"Shall I puncture the King?" the boy asked his companions. King
Bal must have overheard the question, for he fumbled with the cord that
fastened him to the throne and managed to release it. Then he floated
upward until he reached the leafy dome, and parting the branches he
disappeared from sight. But the string that was tied to his body was
still connected with the arm of the throne, and they knew that they could
pull his Majesty down again if they wanted to.
"Let him alone," suggested the Scarecrow. "He seems a good
enough king for his peculiar people, and after we are gone, the Loons
will have something of a job to pump up all those whom Woot has
punctured."
"Every one of them ought to be exploded," declared Woot, who was
angry because his leg still hurt him.
"No," said the Tin Woodman. "That would not be just or fair.
They were quite right to capture us, because we had no business to
intrude here, having been warned to keep away from Loonville. This is
their country, not ours, and since the poor things can't get out of the
clearing, they can harm no one save those who venture here out of
curiosity, as we did."
"Well said, my friend," agreed the Scarecrow. "We really had no
right to disturb their peace and comfort, so let us go away."
They easily found the place where they had forced their way into
the enclosure, so the Tin Woodman pushed aside the underbrush and started
first along the path. The Scarecrow followed next, and last came Woot,
who looked back and saw that the Loons were still clinging to their
perches on the trees and watching their former captives with frightened
eyes. "I guess they're glad to see the last of us," remarked the boy,
and laughing at the happy ending of the adventure, he followed his
comrades along the path.

When they had reached the end of the path, where they had first
seen the warning sign, they set off across the country in an easterly
direction. Before long they reached Rolling Lands, which were a
succession of hills and valleys where constant climbing and descents were
required, and their journey now became tedious, because on climbing each
hill they found before them nothing in the valley below it except grass
or weeds or stones. Up and down they went for hours, with nothing to
relieve the monotony of the landscape until finally, when they had topped
a higher hill than usual, they discovered a cup-shaped valley before them
in the center of which stood an enormous castle, built of purple stone.
The castle was high and broad and long, but had no turrets or towers. So
far as they could see, there was but one small window and one big door on
each side of the great building.
"This is strange!" mused the Scarecrow. "I'd no idea such a big
castle existed in this Gillikin Country. I wonder who lives here?"
"It seems to me, from this distance," remarked the Tin Woodman,
"that's it's the biggest castle I ever saw. It is really too big for any
use, and no one could open or shut those big doors without a stepladder."
"Perhaps if we go nearer, we shall find out whether anybody lives
there or not," suggested Woot. "Looks to me as if nobody lived there."
On they went, and when they reached the center of the valley
where the great stone castle stood, it was beginning to grow dark, so
they hesitated as to what to do. "If friendly people happen to live
here," said Woot, "I shall be glad of a bed; but should enemies occupy
the place, I prefer to sleep upon the ground."
"And if no one at all lives here," added the Scarecrow, "we can
enter and take possession and make ourselves at home."
While speaking, he went nearer to one of the great doors, which
was three times as high and broad as any he had ever seen in a house
before, and then he discovered, engraved in big letters upon a stone over
the doorway, the words "YOOP CASTLE." "Oho!" he exclaimed. "I know the
place now. This was probably the home of Mr. Yoop, a terrible giant whom
I have seen confined in a cage a long way from here. Therefore this
castle is likely to be empty and we may use it in any way we please."
"Yes, yes," said the Tin Emperor, nodding. "I also remember Mr.
Yoop. But how are we to get into his deserted castle? The latch of the
door is so far above our heads that none of us can reach it."
They considered this problem for a while, and then Woot said to
the Tin Man, "If I stand upon your shoulders, I think I can unlatch the
door."
"Climb up, then," was the reply, and when the boy was perched
upon the tin shoulders of Nick Chopper, he was just able to reach the
latch and raise it.
At once the door swung open, its great hinges making a groaning
sound as if in protest, so Woot leaped down and followed his companions
into a big, bare hallway. Scarcely were the three inside, however, when
they heard the door slam shut behind them, and this astonished them
because no one had touched it. It had closed of its own accord, as if by
magic. Moreover, the latch was on the outside, and the thought occurred
to each one of them that they were now prisoners in this unknown castle.
"However," mumbled the Scarecrow, "we are not to blame for what cannot be
helped, so let us push bravely ahead and see what may be seen."
It was quite dark in the hallway now that the outside door was
shut, so as they stumbled along a stone passage, they kept close
together, not knowing what danger was likely to befall them. Suddenly a
soft glow enveloped them. It grew brighter until they could see their
surroundings distinctly. They had reached the end of the passage, and
before them was another huge door. This noiselessly swung open before
them without the help of anyone, and through the doorway they observed a
big chamber, the walls of which were lined with plates of pure gold,
highly polished.
This room was also lighted, although they could discover no
lamps, and in the center of it was a great table at which sat an immense
woman. She was clad in silver robes embroidered with gay floral designs
and wore over this splendid rainment a short apron of elaborate lacework.
Such an apron was no protection, and was not in keeping with the handsome
gown, but the huge woman wore it, nevertheless. The table at which she
sat was spread with a white cloth and had golden dishes upon it, so the
travelers saw that they had surprised the Giantess while she was eating
her supper.
She had her back toward them and did not even turn around, but
taking a biscuit from a dish, she began to butter it and said in a voice
that was big and deep but not especially unpleasant, "Why don't you come
in and allow the door to shut? You're causing a draught, and I shall
catch cold and sneeze. When I sneeze, I get cross, and when I get cross,
I'm liable to do something wicked. Come in, you foolish strangers, come
in!"
Being thus urged, they entered the room and approached the table
until they stood where they faced the great Giantess. She continued
eating, but smiled in a curious way as she looked at them. Woot noticed
that the door had closed silently after they had entered, and that didn't
please him at all.
"Well," said the Giantess, "what excuse have you to offer?"
"We didn't know anyone lived here, Madam," explained the
Scarecrow, "so being travelers and strangers in these parts and wishing
to find a place for our boy friend to sleep, we ventured to enter your
castle."
"You knew it was private property, I suppose?" said she,
buttering another biscuit.
"We saw the words, 'Yoop Castle,' over the door, but we knew that
Mr. Yoop is a prisoner in a cage in a far-off part of the land of Oz, so
we decided there was no one now at home and that we might use the castle
for the night."
"I see," remarked the Giantess, nodding her head and smiling
again in that curious way--a way that made Woot shudder. "You didn't
know that Mr. Yoop was married or that after he was cruelly captured his
wife still lived in his castle and ran it to suit herself."
"Who captured Mr. Yoop?" asked Woot, looking gravely at the big
woman.
"Wicked enemies. People who selfishly objected to Yoop's taking
their cows and sheep for his food. I must admit, however, that Yoop had
a bad temper and had the habit of knocking over a few houses now and then
when he was angry. So one day the little folks came in a great crowd and
captured Mr. Yoop and carried him away to a cage somewhere in the
mountains. I don't know where it is, and I don't care, for my husband
treated me badly at times, forgetting the respect a giant owes to a
giantess. Often he kicked me on my shins, when I wouldn't wait on him.
So I'm glad he is gone."
"It's a wonder the people didn't capture you, too," remarked
Woot.
"Well, I was too clever for them," said she, giving a sudden
laugh that caused such a breeze that the wobbly Scarecrow was almost
blown off his feet and had to grab his friend Nick Chopper to steady
himself. "I saw the people coming," continued Mrs. Yoop, "and knowing
they meant mischief I transformed myself into a mouse and hid in a
cupboard. After they had gone away, carrying my shin-kicking husband
with them, I transformed myself back to my former shape again, and here
I've lived in peace and comfort ever since."
"Are you a Witch, then?" inquired Woot.
"Well, not exactly a Witch," she replied, "but I'm an Artist in
Transformations. In other words, I'm more of a Yookoohoo than a Witch,
and of course you know that the Yookoohoos are the cleverest
magic-workers in the world."
The travelers were silent for a time, uneasily considering this
statement and the effect it might have on their future. No doubt the
Giantess had wilfully made them her prisoners, yet she spoke so
cheerfully in her big voice that until now they had not been alarmed in
the least. By and by the Scarecrow, whose mixed brains had been working
steadily, asked the woman, "Are we to consider you our friend, Mrs. Yoop,
or do you intend to be our enemy?"
"I never have friends," she said in a matter-of-fact tone,
"because friends get too familiar and always forget to mind their own
business. But I am not your enemy; not yet, anyhow. Indeed, I'm glad
you've come, for my life here is rather lonely. I've had no one to talk
to since I transformed Polychrome, the Daughter of the Rainbow, into a
canary bird."
"How did you manage to do that?" asked the Tin Woodman in
amazement. "Polychrome is a powerful fairy!"
"She WAS," said the Giantess, "but now she's a canary bird. One
day after a rain, Polychrome danced off the Rainbow and fell asleep on a
little mound in this valley not far from my castle. The sun came out and
drove the Rainbow away, and before Poly wakened I stole out and
transformed her into a canary bird in a gold cage studded with diamonds.
The cage was so she couldn't fly away. I expected she'd sing and talk
and we'd have good times together; but she has proved no company for me
at all. Ever since the moment of her transformation, she has refused to
speak a single word."
"Where is she now?" inquired Woot, who had heard tales of lovely
Polychrome and was much interested in her.
"The cage is hanging up in my bedroom," said the Giantess, eating
another biscuit.
The travelers were now more uneasy and suspicious of the Giantess
than before. If Polychrome, the Rainbow's Daughter, who was a real
fairy, had been transformed and enslaved by this huge woman who claimed
to be a Yookoohoo, what was liable to happen to THEM? Said the
Scarecrow, twisting his stuffed head around in Mrs. Yoop's direction, "Do
you know, Ma'am, who we are?"
"Of course," said she, "a straw man, a tin man, and a boy."
"We are very important people," declared the Tin Woodman.
"All the better," she replied. "I shall enjoy your society the
more on that account. For I mean to keep you here as long as I live to
amuse me when I get lonely. And," she added slowly, "in this Valley no
one ever dies."
They didn't like this speech at all, so the Scarecrow frowned in
a way that made Mrs. Yoop smile, while the Tin Woodman looked so fierce
that Mrs. Yoop laughed. The Scarecrow suspected she was going to laugh,
so he slipped behind his friends to escape the wind from her breath.
From this safe position he said warningly, "We have powerful friends who
will soon come to rescue us."
"Let them come," she returned with an accent of scorn. "When
they get here, they will find neither a boy, nor a tin man, nor a
scarecrow, for tomorrow morning I intend to transform you all into other
shapes so that you cannot be recognized."
This threat filled them with dismay. The good-natured Giantess
was more terrible than they had imagined. She could smile and wear
pretty clothes and at the same time be even more cruel than her wicked
husband had been. Both the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman tried to think
of some way to escape from the castle before morning, but she seemed to
read their thoughts and shook her head. "Don't worry your poor brains,"
said she. "You can't escape me, however hard you try. But why should you
wish to escape? I shall give you new forms that are much better than the
ones you have. Be contented with your fate, for discontent leads to
unhappiness, and unhappiness in any form is the greatest evil that can
befall you."
"What forms do you intend to give us?" asked Woot earnestly.
"I haven't decided as yet. I'll dream over it tonight, so in the
morning I shall have made up my mind how to transform you. Perhaps you'd
prefer to choose your own transformations?"
"No," said Woot. "I prefer to remain as I am."
"That's funny," she retorted. "You are little, and you're weak.
As you are, you're not much account, anyhow. The best thing about you is
that you're alive, for I shall be able to make of you some sort of live
creature which will be a great improvement on your present form." She
took another biscuit from a plate and dipped it in a pot of honey and
calmly began eating it.
The Scarecrow watched her thoughtfully. "There are no fields of
grain in your Valley," said he. "Where, then, did you get the flour to
make your biscuits?"
"Mercy me! Do you think I'd bother to make biscuits out of
flour?" she replied. "That is altogether too tedious a process for a
Yookoohoo. I set some traps this afternoon and caught a lot of
field-mice, but as I do not like to eat mice, I transformed them into hot
biscuits for my supper. The honey in this pot was once a wasp's nest,
but since being transformed it has become sweet and delicious. All I need
do when I wish to eat is to take something I don't care to keep and
transform it into any sort of food I like, and eat it. Are you hungry?"
"I don't eat, thank you," said the Scarecrow.
"Nor do I," said the Tin Woodman.
"I have still a little natural food in my knapsack," said Woot
the Wanderer, "and I'd rather eat that than any wasp's nest."
"Everyone to his own taste," said the Giantess carelessly, and
having now finished her supper, she rose to her feet, clapped her hands
together, and the supper table at once disappeared.

Woot had seen very little of magic during his wanderings, while
the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman had seen a great deal of many sorts in
their lives, yet all three were greatly impressed by Mrs. Yoop's powers.
She did not affect any mysterious airs or indulge in chants or mystic
rites as most witches do, nor was the Giantess old and ugly or
disagreeable in face or manner. Nevertheless, she frightened her
prisoners more than any witch could have done. "Please be seated," she
said to them as she sat herself down in a great armchair and spread her
beautiful embroidered skirts for them to admire. But all the chairs in
the room were so high that our friends could not climb to the seats of
them. Mrs. Yoop observed this and waved her hand, when instantly a
golden ladder appeared leaning against a chair opposite her own.
"Climb up," said she, and they obeyed, the Tin Man and the boy
assisting the more clumsy Scarecrow. When they were all seated in a row
on the cushion of the chair, the Giantess continued, "Now tell me how you
happened to travel in this direction and where you came from and what your
errand is."
So the Tin Woodman told her all about Nimmie Amee and how he had
decided to find her and marry her, although he had no Loving Heart. The
story seemed to amuse the big woman, who then began to ask the Scarecrow
questions and for the first time in her life heard of Ozma of Oz, and of
Dorothy and Jack Pumpkinhead and Dr. Pipt and Tik-tok and many other Oz
people who are well known in the Emerald City. Also, Woot had to tell his
story, which was very simple and did not take long. The Giantess laughed
heartily when the boy related their adventures at Loonville, but said she
knew nothing of the Loons because she never left her Valley. "There are
wicked people who would like to capture me as they did my giant husband,
Mr. Yoop," said she. "So I stay at home and mind my own business."
"If Ozma knew that you dared to work magic without her consent,
she would punish you severely," declared the Scarecrow, "for this castle
is in the Land of Oz, and no persons in the Land of Oz are permitted to
work magic except Glinda the Good and the little Wizard who lives with
Ozma in the Emerald City."
"THAT for your Ozma!" exclaimed the Giantess, snapping her
fingers in derision. "What do I care for a girl whom I have never seen
and who has never seen me?"
"But Ozma is a fairy," said the Tin Woodman, "and therefore she
is very powerful. Also, we are under Ozma's protection, and to injure us
in any way would make her extremely angry."
"What I do here in my own private castle in this secluded
Valley--where no one comes but fools like you--can never be known to your
fairy Ozma," returned the Giantess. "Do not seek to frighten me from my
purpose, and do not allow yourselves to be frightened, for it is best to
meet bravely what cannot be avoided. I am now going to bed, and in the
morning I will give you all new forms such as will be more interesting to
me than the ones you now wear. Good night, and pleasant dreams."
Saying this, Mrs. Yoop rose from her chair and walked through a
doorway into another room. So heavy was the tread of the Giantess that
even the walls of the big stone castle trembled as she stepped. She
closed the door of her bedroom behind her, and then suddenly the light
went out and the three prisoners found themselves in total darkness. The
Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow didn't mind the dark at all, but Woot the
Wanderer felt worried to be left in this strange place in this strange
manner without being able to see any danger that might threaten.
"The big woman might have given me a bed, anyhow," he said to his
companions, and scarcely had he spoken when he felt something press
against his legs, which were then dangling from the seat of the chair.
Leaning down, he put out his hand and found that a bedstead had appeared,
with mattress, sheets and covers all complete. He lost no time in
slipping down upon the bed and was soon fast asleep. During the night
the Scarecrow and the Emperor talked in low tones together, and they got
out of the chair and moved all about the room, feeling for some hidden
spring that might open a door or window and permit them to escape.
Morning found them still unsuccessful in the quest, and as soon
as it was daylight Woot's bed suddenly disappeared, and he dropped to the
floor with a thump that quickly wakened him. And after a time, the
Giantess came from her bedroom wearing another dress that was quite as
elaborate as the one in which she had been attired the evening before,
and also wearing the pretty lace apron. Having seated herself in a
chair, she said, "I'm hungry, so I'll have breakfast at once."
She clapped her hands together, and instantly the table appeared
before her, spread with snowy linen and laden with golden dishes. But
there was no food upon the table, nor anything else except a pitcher of
water, a bundle of weeds and a handful of pebbles. But the Giantess
poured some water into her coffee pot, patted it once or twice with her
hand, and then poured out a cupful of steaming hot coffee. "Would you
like some?" she asked Woot.
He was suspicious of magic coffee, but it smelled so good that he
could not resist it, so he answered, "If you please, Madam."
The Giantess poured out another cup and set it on the floor for
Woot. It was as big as a tub, and the golden spoon in the saucer beside
the cup was so heavy that the boy could scarcely lift it. But Woot
managed to get a sip of the coffee and found it delicious. Mrs. Yoop
next transformed the weeds into a dish of oatmeal, which she ate with
good appetite. "Now then," said she, picking up the pebbles, "I'm
wondering whether I shall have fish-balls or lamb chops to complete my
meal. Which would you prefer, Woot the Wanderer?"
"If you please, I'll eat the food in my knapsack," answered the
boy. "Your magic food might taste good, but I'm afraid of it."
The woman laughed at his fears and transformed the pebbles into
fish-balls. "I suppose you think that after you had eaten this food, it
would turn to stones again and make you sick," she remarked, "but that
would be impossible. Nothing I transform ever gets back to its former
shape again, so these fish-balls can never more be pebbles. That is why I
have to be careful of my transformations," she added, busily eating while
she talked, "for while I can change forms at will, I can never change
them back again--which proves that even the powers of a clever Yookoohoo
are limited. When I have transformed you three people, you must always
wear the shapes that I have given you."
"Then please don't transform us," begged Woot, "for we are quite
satisfied to remain as we are."
"I am not expecting to satisfy you, but intend to please myself,"
she declared, "and my pleasure is to give you new shapes. For if by
chance your friends came in search of you, not one of them would be able
to recognize you." Her tone was so positive that they knew it would be
useless to protest. The woman was not unpleasant to look at, her face
was not cruel, her voice was big but gracious in tone; but her words
showed that she possessed a merciless heart and no pleadings would alter
her wicked purpose.
Mrs. Yoop took ample time to finish her breakfast, and the
prisoners had no desire to hurry her, but finally the meal was finished
and she folded her napkin and made the table disappear by clapping her
hands together. Then she turned to her captives and said, "The next
thing on the program is to change your forms."
"Have you decided what forms to give us?" asked the Scarecrow
uneasily.
"Yes, I dreamed it all out while I was asleep. This Tin Man
seems a very solemn person"--indeed, the Tin Woodman WAS looking solemn
just then, for he was greatly disturbed--"so I shall change him into an
Owl."
All she did was to point one finger at him as she spoke, but
immediately the form of the Tin Woodman began to change, and in a few
seconds Nick Chopper, the Emperor of the Winkies, had been transformed
into an Owl with eyes as big as saucers and a hooked beak and strong
claws. But he was still tin. He was a Tin Owl with tin legs and beak
and eyes and feathers. When he flew to the back of a chair and perched
upon it, his tin feathers rattled against one another with a tinny
clatter. The Giantess seemed much amused by the Tin Owl's appearance,
for her laugh was big and jolly. "You're not liable to get lost," said
she, "for your wings and feathers will make a racket wherever you go.
And on my word, a Tin Owl is so rare and pretty that it is an improvement
on the ordinary bird. I did not intend to make you tin, but I forgot to
wish you to be meat. However, tin you were and tin you are, and as it's
too late to change you, that settles it."
Until now the Scarecrow had rather doubted the possibility of
Mrs. Yoop's being able to transform him or his friend the Tin Woodman,
for they were not made as ordinary people are. He had worried more over
what might happen to Woot than to himself, but now he began to worry
about himself. "Madam," he said hastily, "I consider this action very
impolite. It may even be called rude, considering we are your guests."
"You are not guests, for I did not invite you here," she replied.
"Perhaps not, but we craved hospitality. We threw ourselves upon
your mercy, so to speak, and we now find you have no mercy. Therefore,
if you will excuse the expression, I must say it is downright wicked to
take our proper forms away from us and give us others that we do not care
for."
"Are you trying to make me angry?" she asked, frowning.
"By no means," said the Scarecrow. "I'm just trying to make you
act more ladylike."
"Oh indeed! In MY opinion, Mr. Scarecrow, you are now acting
like a bear--so a Bear you shall be!"
Again the dreadful finger pointed, this time in the Scarecrow's
direction, and at once his form began to change. In a few seconds, he
had become a small Brown Bear, but he was stuffed with straw as he had
been before, and when the little Brown Bear shuffled across the floor, he
was just as wobbly as the Scarecrow had been and moved just as awkwardly.
Woot was amazed, but he was also thoroughly frightened. "Did it
hurt?" he asked the little Brown Bear.
"No, of course not," growled the Scarecrow in the Bear's form,
"but I don't like walking on four legs. It's undignified."
"Consider MY humiliation!" chirped the Tin Owl, trying to settle
its tin feathers smoothly with its tin beak. "And I can't see very well,
either. The light seems to hurt my eyes."
"That's because you are an Owl," said Woot. "I think you will
see better in the dark."
"Well," remarked the Giantess, "I'm very well pleased with these
new forms, for my part, and I'm sure you will like them better when you
get used to them. So now," she added, turning to the boy, "it is YOUR
turn."
"Don't you think you'd better leave me as I am?" asked Woot in a
trembling voice.
"No," she replied, "I'm going to make a Monkey of you. I love
monkeys--they're so cute!--and I think a Green Monkey will be lots of fun
and amuse me when I am sad."
Woot shivered, for again the terrible finger pointed, and pointed
directly his way. He felt himself changing; not so very much, however,
and it didn't hurt him a bit. He looked down at his limbs and body and
found that his clothes were gone and his skin covered with a fine,
silk-like, green fur. His hands and feet were now those of a monkey. He
realized he really WAS a monkey, and his first feeling was one of anger.
He began to chatter as monkeys do. He bounded to the seat of a giant
chair, and then to its back and with a wild leap sprang upon the laughing
Giantess. His idea was to seize her hair and pull it out by the roots,
and so have revenge for her wicked transformations. But she raised her
hand and said, "Gently, my dear Monkey, gently! You're not angry, you're
happy as can be!"
Woot stopped short. No, he wasn't a bit angry now; he felt as
good-humored and gay as ever he did when a boy. Instead of pulling Mrs.
Yoop's hair, he perched on her shoulder and smoothed her soft cheek with
his hairy paw. In return, she smiled at the funny green animal and
patted his head. "Very good," said the Giantess. "Let us all become
friends and be happy together. How is my Tin Owl feeling?"
"Quite comfortable," said the Owl. "I don't like it, to be sure,
but I'm not going to allow my new form to make me unhappy. But tell me,
please, what is a Tin Owl good for?"
"You are only good to make me laugh," replied the Giantess.
"Will a stuffed Bear also make you laugh?" inquired the
Scarecrow, sitting back on his haunches to look up at her.
"Of course," declared the Giantess, "and I have added a little
magic to your transformations to make you all contented with wearing your
new forms. I'm sorry I didn't think to do that when I transformed
Polychrome into a Canary Bird. But perhaps when she sees how cheerful
you are, she will cease to be silent and sullen and take to singing. I
will go get the bird and let you see her."
With this, Mrs. Yoop went into the next room and soon returned
bearing a golden cage in which sat upon a swinging perch a lovely yellow
Canary. "Polychrome," said the Giantess, "permit me to introduce to you
a Green Monkey which used to be a boy called Woot the Wanderer, and a Tin
Owl which used to be a Tin Woodman named Nick Chopper, and a
straw-stuffed little Brown Bear which used to be a live Scarecrow."
"We already know one another," declared the Scarecrow. "The bird
is Polychrome, the Rainbow's Daughter, and she and I used to be good
friends."
"Are you really my old friend, the Scarecrow?" asked the bird in
a sweet, low voice.
"There!" cried Mrs. Yoop. "That's the first time she has spoken
since she was transformed."
"I am really your old friend," answered the Scarecrow, "but you
must pardon me for appearing just now in this brutal form."
"I am a bird as you are, my dear Poly," said the Tin
Woodman, "but alas! A Tin Owl is not as beautiful as a Canary Bird."
"How dreadful it all is!" sighed the Canary. "Couldn't you
manage to escape from this terrible Yookoohoo?"
"No," answered the Scarecrow. "We tried to escape, but failed.
She first made us her prisoners and then transformed us. But how did she
manage to get YOU, Polychrome?"
"I was asleep, and she took unfair advantage of me," answered the
bird sadly. "Had I been awake, I could easily have protected myself."
"Tell me," said the Green Monkey earnestly as he came close to
the cage, "what must we do, Daughter of the Rainbow, to escape from these
transformations? Can't you help us, being a Fairy?"
"At present I am powerless to help even myself," replied the
Canary.
"That's the exact truth!" exclaimed the Giantess, who seemed
pleased to hear the bird talk, even though it complained. "You are all
helpless and in my power, so you may as well make up your minds to accept
your fate and be content. Remember that you are transformed for good,
since no magic on earth can break your enchantments. I am now going out
for my morning walk, for each day after breakfast I walk sixteen times
around my castle for exercise. Amuse yourselves while I am gone, and
when I return I hope to find you all reconciled and happy."
So the Giantess walked to the door by which our friends had
entered the great hall and spoke one word, "Open!" Then the door swung
open, and after Mrs. Yoop had passed out, it closed again with a snap as
its powerful bolts shot into place. The Green Monkey had rushed toward
the opening, hoping to escape, but he was too late and only got a bump on
his nose as the door slammed shut.

"Now," said the Canary in a tone more brisk than before, "we may
talk together more freely, as Mrs. Yoop cannot hear us. Perhaps we can
figure out a way to escape."
"Open!" said Woot the Monkey, still facing the door. But his
command had no effect, and he slowly rejoined the others.
"You cannot open any door or window in this enchanted castle
unless you are wearing the Magic Apron," said the Canary.
"What Magic Apron do you mean?" asked the Tin Owl in a curious
voice.
"The lace one which the Giantess always wears. I have been her
prisoner in this cage for several weeks, and she hangs my cage in her
bedroom every night so that she can keep her eye on me," explained
Polychrome the Canary. "Therefore I have discovered that it is the Magic
Apron that opens the doors and windows, and nothing else can move them.
When she goes to bed, Mrs. Yoop hangs her apron on the bedpost, and one
morning she forgot to put it on when she commanded the door to open, and
the door would not move. So then she put on the apron, and the door
obeyed her. That was how I learned the magic power of the apron."
"I see, I see!" said the little Brown Bear, wagging his stuffed
head. "Then if we could get the apron from Mrs. Yoop, we could open the
doors and escape from our prison."
"That is true, and it is the plan I was about to suggest,"
replied Polychrome the Canary Bird. "However, I don't believe the Owl
could steal the apron, or even the Bear, but perhaps the Monkey could
hide in her room at night and get the apron while she is asleep."
"I'll try it!" cried Woot the Monkey. "I'll try it this very
night if I can manage to steal into her bedroom."
"You mustn't think about it, though," warned the bird, "for she
can read your thoughts whenever she cares to do so. And do not forget,
before you escape, to take me with you. Once I am out of the power of
the Giantess, I may discover a way to save us all."
"We won't forget our fairy friend," promised the boy, "but
perhaps you can tell me how to get into the bedroom."
"No," declared Polychrome, "I cannot advise you as to that. You
must watch for a chance and slip in when Mrs. Yoop isn't looking."
They talked it over for a while longer, and then Mrs. Yoop
returned. When she entered, the door opened suddenly at her command, and
closed as soon as her huge form had passed through the doorway. During
that day she entered her bedroom several times on one errand or another,
but always she commanded the door to close behind her, and her prisoners
found not the slightest chance to leave the big hall in which they were
confined.
The Green Monkey thought it would be wise to make a friend of the
big woman, so as to gain her confidence, so he sat on the back of her
chair and chattered to her while she mended her stockings and sewed
silver buttons on some golden shoes that were as big as rowboats. This
pleased the Giantess, and she would pause at times to pat the Monkey's
head. The little Brown Bear curled up in a corner and lay still all day.
The Owl and the Canary found they could converse together in the bird
language, which neither the Giantess nor the Bear nor the Monkey could
understand, so at times they twittered away to each other and passed the
long, dreary day quite cheerfully.
After dinner Mrs. Yoop took a big fiddle from a big cupboard and
played such loud and dreadful music that her prisoners were all thankful
when at last she stopped and said she was going to bed. After cautioning
the Monkey and Bear and Owl to behave themselves during the night, she
picked up the cage containing the Canary and, going to the door of her
bedroom, commanded it to open. Just then, however, she remembered she
had left her fiddle lying upon a table, so she went back for it and put
it away in the cupboard, and while her back was turned, the Green Monkey
slipped through the open door into her bedroom and hid underneath the
bed. The Giantess, being sleepy, did not notice this, and entering her
room she made the door close behind her and then hung the bird cage on a
peg by the window. Then she began to undress, first taking off the lace
apron and laying it over the bedpost where it was within easy reach of
her hand.
As soon as Mrs. Yoop was in bed, the lights went out, and Woot
the Monkey crouched under the bed and waited patiently until he heard the
Giantess snoring. Then he crept out and in the dark felt around until he
got hold of the apron, which he at once tied around his own waist. Next,
Woot tried to find the Canary, and there was just enough moonlight
showing through the window to enable him to see where the cage hung, but
it was out of his reach. At first, he was tempted to leave Polychrome
and escape with his other friends, but remembering his promise to the
Rainbow's Daughter, Woot tried to think how to save her. A chair stood
near the window, and this, showing dimly in the moonlight, gave him an
idea. By pushing against it with all his might, he found he could move
the giant chair a few inches at a time. So he pushed and pushed until the
chair was beneath the bird cage, and then he sprang noiselessly upon the
seat--for his monkey form enabled him to jump higher than he could do as
a boy--and from there to the back of the chair, and so managed to reach
the cage and take it off the peg. Then down he sprang to the floor and
made his way to the door.
"Open!" he commanded, and at once the door obeyed and swung open.
But his voice wakened Mrs. Yoop, who gave a wild cry and sprang out of
bed with one bound. The Green Monkey dashed through the doorway carrying
the cage with him, and before the Giantess could reach the door, it
slammed shut and imprisoned her in her own bedchamber!
The noise she made pounding upon the door and her yells of anger
and dreadful threats of vengeance filled our friends with terror, and
Woot the Monkey was so excited that in the dark he could not find the
outer door of the hall. But the Tin Owl could see very nicely in the
dark, so he guided his friends to the right place, and when all were
grouped before the door, Woot commanded it to open. The Magic Apron
proved as powerful as when it had been worn by the Giantess, so a moment
later they had rushed through the passage and were standing in the fresh
night air outside the castle, free to go wherever they willed.

"Quick!" cried Polychrome the Canary. "We must hurry, or Mrs.
Yoop may find some way to recapture us, even now. Let us get out of her
Valley as soon as possible." So they set off toward the east, moving as
swiftly as they could, and for a long time they could hear the yells and
struggles of the imprisoned Giantess. The Green Monkey could run over
the ground very swiftly, and he carried with him the bird cage containing
Polychrome the Rainbow's Daughter. Also, the Tin Owl could skip and fly
along at a good rate of speed, his feathers rattling as he moved. But
the little Brown Bear, being stuffed with straw, was a clumsy traveler,
and the others had to wait for him to follow. However, they were not
very long in reaching the ridge that led out of Mrs. Yoop's Valley, and
when they had passed this ridge and descended into the next valley, they
stopped to rest, for the Green Monkey was tired.
"I believe we are safe now," said Polychrome when her cage was
set down and the others had all gathered around it, "for Mrs. Yoop dares
not go outside of her own Valley for fear of being captured by her
enemies. So we may take our time to consider what to do next."
"I'm afraid poor Mrs. Yoop will starve to death if no one lets
her out of her bedroom," said Woot, who had a heart as kind as that of
the Tin Woodman. "We've taken her Magic Apron away, and now the doors
will never open."
"Don't worry about that," advised Polychrome. "Mrs. Yoop has
plenty of magic left to console her."
"Are you sure of that?" asked the Green Monkey.
"Yes, for I've been watching her for weeks," said the Canary.
"She has six magic hairpins which she wears in her hair, and a magic ring
which she wears on her thumb and which is invisible to all eyes except
those of a fairy, and magic bracelets on both her ankles. So I am
positive that she will manage to find a way out of her prison."
"She might transform the door into an archway," suggested the
little Brown Bear.
"That would be easy for her," said the Tin Owl, "but I'm glad she
was too angry to think of that before we got out of her Valley."
"Well, we have escaped the big woman, to be sure," remarked the
Green Monkey, "but we still wear the awful forms the cruel Yookoohoo gave
us. How are we going to get rid of these shapes and become ourselves
again?"
None could answer that question. They sat around the cage
brooding over the problem until the Monkey fell asleep. Seeing this, the
Canary tucked her head under her wing and also slept, and the Tin Owl and
the Brown Bear did not disturb them until morning came and it was broad
daylight. "I'm hungry," said Woot when he wakened, for his knapsack of
food had been left behind at the castle.
"Then let us travel on until we can find something for you to
eat," returned the Scarecrow Bear.
"There is no use in your lugging my cage any farther," declared
the Canary. "Let me out, and throw the cage away. Then I can fly with
you and find my own breakfast of seeds. Also, I can search for water,
and tell you where to find it."
So the Green Monkey unfastened the door of the golden cage, and
the Canary hopped out. At first, she flew high in the air and made great
circles overhead, but after a time she returned and perched beside them.
"At the east, in the direction we were following," announced the Canary,
"there is a fine forest with a brook running through it. In the forest
there may be fruits or nuts growing or berry bushes at its edge, so let
us go that way."
They agreed to this and promptly set off, this time moving more
deliberately. The Tin Owl, which had guided their way during the night,
now found the sunshine very trying to his big eyes, so he shut them tight
and perched upon the back of the little Brown Bear, which carried the
Owl's weight with ease. The Canary sometimes perched upon the Green
Monkey's shoulder and sometimes fluttered on ahead of the party, and in
this manner they traveled in good spirits across that valley and into the
next one to the east of it. This they found to be an immense hollow
shaped like a saucer, and on its farther edge appeared the forest which
Polychrome had seen from the sky. "Come to think of it," said the Tin
Owl, waking up and blinking comically at his friends, "there's no object
now in our traveling to the Munchkin Country. My idea in going was to
marry Nimmie Amee, but however much the Munchkin girl may have loved a
Tin Woodman, I cannot reasonably expect her to marry a Tin Owl."
"There is some truth in that, my friend," remarked the Brown
Bear. "And to think that I, who was considered the handsomest Scarecrow
in the world, am now condemned to be a scrubby, no-account beast whose
only redeeming feature is that he is stuffed with straw!"
"Consider MY case, please," said Woot. "The cruel Giantess had
made a Monkey of a Boy, and that is the most dreadful deed of all!"
"Your color is rather pretty," said the Brown Bear, eyeing Woot
critically. "I have never seen a pea-green monkey before, and it strikes
me you are quite gorgeous."
"It isn't so bad to be a bird," asserted the Canary, fluttering
from one to another with a free and graceful motion, "but I long to enjoy
my own shape again."
"As Polychrome, you were the loveliest maiden I have ever
seen--except, of course, Ozma," said the Tin Owl, "so the Giantess did
well to transform you into the loveliest of all birds, if you were to be
transformed at all. But tell me, since you are a fairy and have a fairy
wisdom, do you think we shall be able to break these enchantments?"
"Queer things happen in the Land of Oz," replied the Canary,
again perching on the Green Monkey's shoulder and turning one bright eye
thoughtfully toward her questioner. "Mrs. Yoop has declared that none of
her transformations can ever be changed, even by herself, but I believe
that if we could get to Glinda, the Good Sorceress, she might find a way
to restore us to our natural shapes. Glinda, as you know, is the most
powerful Sorceress in the world, and there are few things she cannot do
if she tries."
"In that case," said the Little Brown Bear, "let us return
southward and try to get to Glinda's castle. It lies in the Quadling
Country, you know, so it is a good way from here."
"First, however, let us visit the forest and search for something
to eat," pleaded Woot. So they continued on to the edge of the forest,
which consisted of many tall and beautiful trees. They discovered no
fruit trees at first, so the Green Monkey pushed on into the forest
depths and the others followed close behind him. They were traveling
quietly along under the shade of the trees, when suddenly an enormous
jaguar leaped upon them from a limb and with one blow of his paw sent the
little Brown Bear tumbling over and over until he was stopped by a tree
trunk. Instantly, they all took alarm. The Tin Owl shrieked "Hoot!
Hoot!" and flew straight up to the branch of a tall tree, although he
could scarcely see where he was going. The Canary swiftly darted to a
place beside the Owl, and the Green Monkey sprang up, caught a limb, and
soon scrambled to a high perch of safety.
The Jaguar crouched low and with hungry eyes regarded the little
Brown Bear, which slowly got upon its feet and asked reproachfully, "For
goodness sake, Beast, what were you trying to do?"
"Trying to get my breakfast," answered the Jaguar with a snarl,
"and I believe I've succeeded. You ought to make a delicious meal,
unless you happen to be old and tough."
"I'm worse than that, considered as a breakfast," said the Bear,
"for I'm only a skin stuffed with straw, and therefore not fit to eat."
"Indeed!" cried the Jaguar in a disappointed voice. "Then you
must be a magic Bear or enchanted, and I must seek my breakfast from
among your companions."
With this, he raised his lean head to look up at the Tin Owl and
the Canary and the Monkey, and he lashed his tail upon the ground and
growled as fiercely as any jaguar could.
"My friends are enchanted also," said the little Brown Bear.
"All of them?" asked the Jaguar.
"Yes. The Owl is tin, so you couldn't possibly eat him. The
Canary is a fairy--Polychrome, the Daughter of the Rainbow--and you never
could catch her because she can easily fly out of your reach."
"There still remains the Green Monkey," remarked the Jaguar
hungrily. "He is neither made of tin nor stuffed with straw nor can he
fly. I'm pretty good at climbing trees myself, so I think I'll capture
the Monkey and eat him for my breakfast."
Woot the Monkey, hearing this speech from his perch on the tree,
became much frightened, for he knew the nature of Jaguars and realized
they could climb trees and leap from limb to limb with the agility of
cats. So he at once began to scamper through the forest as fast as he
could go, catching at a branch with his long monkey arms and swinging his
green body through space to grasp another branch in a neighboring tree,
and so on, while the Jaguar followed him from below, his eyes fixed
steadfastly on his prey. But presently Woot got his feet tangled in the
Lace Apron, which he was still wearing, and that tripped him in his
flight and made him fall to the ground, where the Jaguar placed one huge
paw upon him and said, "I've got you now!"
The fact that the Apron had tripped him made Woot remember its
magic powers, and in his terror he cried out, "Open!" without stopping to
consider how this command might save him. But at the word, the earth
opened at the exact spot where he lay under the Jaguar's paw, and his
body sank downward, the earth closing over it again. The last thing Woot
the Monkey saw as he glanced upward was the Jaguar peering into the hole
in astonishment. "He's gone!" cried the beast with a long-drawn sigh of
disappointment. "He's gone, and now I shall have no breakfast."
The clatter of the Tin Owl's wings sounded above him, and the
little Brown Bear came trotting up and asked, "Where is the monkey? Have
you eaten him so quickly?"
"No indeed," answered the Jaguar. "He disappeared into the earth
before I could take one bite of him!"
And now the Canary perched upon a stump a little way from the
forest beast and said, "I am glad our friend has escaped you, but as it
is natural for a hungry beast to wish his breakfast, I will try to give
you one."
"Thank you," replied the Jaguar. "You're rather small for a full
meal, but it's kind of you to sacrifice yourself to my appetite."
"Oh, I don't intend to be eaten, I assure you," said the Canary,
"but as I am a fairy, I know something of magic, and though I am now
transformed into a bird's shape, I am sure I can conjure up a breakfast
that will satisfy you."
"If you can work magic, why don't you break the enchantment you
are under and return to your proper form?" inquired the beast doubtingly.
"I haven't the power to do that," answered the Canary, "for Mrs.
Yoop, the Giantess who transformed me, used a peculiar form of Yookoohoo
magic that is unknown to me. However, she could not deprive me of my own
fairy knowledge, so I will try to get you a breakfast."
"Do you think a magic breakfast would taste good or relieve the
pangs of hunger I now suffer?" asked the Jaguar.
"I am sure it would. What would you like to eat?"
"Give me a couple of fat rabbits," said the beast.
"Rabbits! No indeed. I'll not allow you to eat the dear little
things," declared Polychrome the Canary.
"Well, three or four squirrels, then," pleaded the Jaguar.
"Do you think me so cruel?" demanded the Canary indignantly.
"The squirrels are my especial friends."
"How about a plump owl?" asked the beast. "Not a tin one, you
know, but a real meat owl."
"Neither beast nor bird shall you have," said Polychrome in a
positive voice.
"Give me a fish, then. There's a river a little way off,"
proposed the Jaguar.
"No living thing shall be sacrificed to feed you," returned the
Canary.
"Then what in the world do you expect me to eat?" said the Jaguar
in a scornful tone.
"How would mush and milk do?" asked the Canary.
The Jaguar snarled in derision and lashed his tail against the
ground angrily.
"Give him some scrambled eggs on toast, Poly," suggested the Bear
Scarecrow. "He ought to like that."
"I will," responded the Canary, and fluttering her wings she made
a flight of three circles around the stump. Then she flew up to a tree
and the Bear and the Owl and the Jaguar saw that upon the stump had
appeared a great green leaf upon which was a large portion of scrambled
eggs on toast, smoking hot.
"There!" said the Bear. "Eat your breakfast, friend Jaguar, and
be content."
The Jaguar crept to the stump and sniffed the fragrance of the
scrambled eggs. They smelled so good that he tasted them, and they
tasted so good that he ate the strange meal in a hurry, proving he had
been really hungry. "I prefer rabbits," he muttered, licking his chops,
"but I must admit the magic breakfast has filled my stomach full, and
brought me comfort. So I'm much obliged for the kindness, little Fairy,
and I'll now leave you in peace."
Saying this, he plunged into the thick undergrowth and soon
disappeared, although they could hear his great body crashing through the
bushes until he was far distant. "That was a good way to get rid of the
savage beast, Poly," said the Tin Woodman to the Canary, "but I'm
surprised that you didn't give our friend Woot a magic breakfast when you
knew he was hungry."
"The reason for that," answered Polychrome, "was that my mind was
so intent on other things that I quite forgot my power to produce food by
magic. But where IS the monkey boy?'
"Gone!" said the Scarecrow Bear solemnly. "The earth has
swallowed him up."

The Green Monkey sank gently into the earth for a little way and
then tumbled swiftly though space, landing on a rocky floor with a thump
that astonished him. Then he sat up, found that no bones were broken,
and gazed around him. He seemed to be in a big underground cave, which
was dimly lighted by dozens of big, round discs that looked like moons.
They were not moons, however, as Woot discovered when he had examined the
place more carefully. They were eyes. The eyes were in the heads of
enormous beasts whose bodies trailed far behind them. Each beast was
bigger than an elephant, and three times as long, and there were a dozen
or more of the creatures scattered here and there about the cavern. On
their bodies were big scales as round as pie plates, which were
beautifully tinted in shades of green, purple and orange. On the ends of
their long tails were clusters of jewels. Around the great moon-like eyes
were circles of diamonds which sparkled in the subdued light that glowed
from the eyes.
Woot saw that the creatures had wide mouths and rows of terrible
teeth, and from tales he had heard of such beings he knew he had fallen
into a cavern inhabited by the great Dragons that had been driven from
the surface of the earth and were only allowed to come out once in a
hundred years to search for food. Of course, he had never seen Dragons
before, yet there was no mistaking them, for they were unlike any other
living creatures. Woot sat upon the floor where he had fallen, staring
around, and the owners of the big eyes returned his look silently and
motionless. Finally, one of the Dragons which was farthest away from him
asked in a deep, grave voice, "What was that?"
And the greatest Dragon of all, who was just in front of the
Green Monkey, answered in a still deeper voice, "It is some foolish
animal from Outside."
"Is it good to eat?" inquired a smaller Dragon beside the great
one. "I'm hungry."
"Hungry!" exclaimed all the Dragons in a reproachful chorus, and
then the great one said chidingly, "Tut tut, my son. You've no reason to
be hungry at THIS time."
"Why not?" asked the little Dragon. "I haven't eaten anything in
eleven years."
"Eleven years is nothing," remarked another Dragon, sleepily
opening and closing his eyes. "I haven't feasted for eighty-seven years,
and I dare not get hungry for a dozen or so years to come. Children who
eat between meals should be broken of the habit."
"All I had eleven years ago was a rhinoceros, and that's not a
full meal at all," grumbled the young one. "And before that, I had
waited sixty-two years to be fed, so it's no wonder I'm hungry."
"How old are you now?" asked Woot, forgetting his own dangerous
position in his interest in the conversation.
"Why, I'm--I'm--How old am I, Father?" asked the little Dragon.
"Goodness gracious! What a child to ask questions. Do you want
to keep me thinking all the time? Don't you know that thinking is very
bad for Dragons?" returned the big one impatiently.
"How old am I, Father?" persisted the small Dragon.
"About six hundred and thirty, I beliee. Ask your mother."
"No, don't!" said an old Dragon in the background. "Haven't I
enough worries what with being wakened in the middle of a nap without
being obliged to keep track of my childrens' ages?"
"You've been fast asleep for over sixty years, Mother," said the
child Dragon. "How long a nap do you wish?"
"I should have slept forty years longer. And this strange little
green beast should be punished for falling into our cavern and disturbing
us."
"I didn't know you were here, and I didn't know I was going to
fall in," explained Woot.
"Nevertheless, here you are," said the great Dragon, "and you
have carelessly wakened our entire tribe, so it stands to reason you must
be punished."
"In what way?" inquired the Green Monkey, trembling a little.
"Give me time and I'll think of a way. You're in no hurry, are
you?" asked the great Dragon.
"No indeed," cried Woot. "Take your time. I'd much rather you'd
all go to sleep again, and punish me when you wake up in a hundred years
or so."
"Let me eat him!" pleaded the littlest Dragon.
"He is too small," said the father. "To eat this one Green
Monkey would only serve to make you hungry for more, and there ARE no
more."
"Quit this chatter and let me get to sleep," protested another
Dragon, yawning in a fearful manner, for when he opened his mouth a sheet
of flame leaped forth from it and made Woot jump back to get out of its
way. In his jump, he bumped against the nose of a Dragon behind him,
which opened its mouth to growl and shot another sheet of flame at him.
The flame was bright, but not very hot, yet Woot screamed with terror and
sprang forward with a great bound. This time he landed on the paw of the
great Chief Dragon, who angrily raised his other front paw and struck the
Green Monkey a fierce blow. Woot went sailing through the air and fell
sprawling upon the rocky floor far beyond the place where the Dragon
Tribe was grouped.
All the great beasts were now thoroughly wakened and aroused, and
they blamed the monkey for disturbing their quiet. The littlest Dragon
darted after Woot, and the others turned their unwieldy bodies in his
direction and followed, flashing from their eyes and mouths flames which
lighted up the entire cavern. Woot almost gave himself up for lost at
that moment, but he scrambled to his feet and dashed away to the farthest
end of the cave, the Dragons following more leisurely because they were
too clumsy to move fast. Perhaps they thought there was no need of
haste, as the monkey could not escape from the cave. But away up at the
end of the place, the cavern floor was heaped with tumbled rocks, so
Woot, with an agility born of fear, climbed from rock to rock until he
found himself crouched against the cavern roof. There he waited, for he
could go no farther, while on over the tumbled rocks slowly crept the
Dragons, the littlest one coming first because he was hungry as well as
angry.
The beasts had almost reached him when Woot, remembering his lace
apron, now sadly torn and soiled, recovered his wits and shouted, "Open!"
At the cry, a hole appeared in the roof of the cavern just over his head,
and through it the sunlight streamed full upon the Green Monkey. The
Dragons paused, astonished at the magic and blinking at the sunlight, and
this gave Woot time to climb through the opening. As soon as he reached
the surface of the earth, the hole closed again, and the boy monkey
realized with a thrill of joy that he had seen the last of the dangerous
Dragon family.
He sat upon the ground, still panting hard from his exertions,
when the bushes before him parted and his former enemy, the Jaguar,
appeared. "Don't run," said the woodland beast as Woot sprang up. "You
are perfectly safe so far as I am concerned, for since you so
mysteriously disappeared I have had my breakfast. I am now on my way
home to sleep the rest of the day."
"Oh indeed!" returned the Green Monkey in a tone both sorry and
startled. "Which of my friends did you manage to eat?"
"None of them," returned the Jaguar with a sly grin. "I had a
dish of magic scrambled eggs on toast, and it wasn't a bad feast at all.
There isn't room in me for even you, and I don't regret it because I
judge from your green color that you are not ripe and would make an
indifferent meal. We jaguars have to be careful of our digestions.
Farewell, Friend Monkey. Follow the path I made through the bushes and
you will find your friends."
With this, the Jaguar marched on his way and Woot took his advice
and followed the trail he had made until he came to the place where the
little Brown Bear and the Tin Owl and the Canary were conferring together
and wondering what had become of their comrade, the Green Monkey.

"Our best plan," said the Scarecrow Bear when the Green Monkey had
related the story of his adventure with the Dragons, "is to get out of
this Gillikin Country as soon as we can and try to find our way to the
castle of Glinda, the Good Sorceress. There are too many dangers lurking
here to suit me, and Glinda may be able to restore us to our proper
forms."
"If we turn south now," the Tin Owl replied, "we might go
straight into the Emerald City. That's a place I wish to avoid, for I'd
hate to have my friends see me in this sad plight," and he blinked his
eyes and fluttered his tin wings mournfully.
"But I am certain we have passed BEYOND Emerald City," the Canary
assured him, sailing lightly around their heads. "So should we turn
south from here, we would pass into the Munchkin Country, and continuing
south we would reach the Quadling Country where Glinda's castle is
located."
"Well, since you're sure of that, let's start right away,"
proposed the Bear. "It's a long journey at the best, and I'm getting
tired of walking on four legs."
"I thought you never tired, being stuffed with straw," said Woot.
"I mean that it annoys me to be obliged to go on all fours when
two legs are my proper walking equipment," replied the Scarecrow. "I
consider it beneath my dignity. In other words, my remarkable brains can
tire through humiliation, although my body cannot tire."
"That is one of the penalties of having brains," remarked the Tin
Owl with a sigh. "I have had no brains since I was a man of meat, and so
I never worry. Nevertheless, I prefer my former manly form to this owl's
shape and would be glad to break Mrs. Yoop's enchantment as soon as
possible. I am so noisy just now that I disturb myself," and he
fluttered his wings with a clatter that echoed throughout the forest.
So being all of one mind, they turned southward, traveling
steadily on until the woods were left behind and the landscape turned
from purple tints to blue tints, which assured them they had entered the
Country of the Munchkins. "Now I feel myself more safe," said the
Scarecrow Bear. "I know this country pretty well, having been made here
by a Munchkin farmer and having wandered over these lovely blue lands
many times. Seems to me, indeed, that I even remember that group of
three tall trees ahead of us, and if I do, we are not far from the home
of my friend Jinjur."
"Who is Jinjur?" asked Woot, the Green Monkey.
"Haven't you heard of Jinjur?" exclaimed the Scarecrow in
surprise.
"No," said Woot. "Is Jinjur a man, a woman, a beast or a bird?"
"Jinjur is a girl," explained the Scarecrow Bear. "She's a fine
girl, too, although a bit restless and liable to get excited. Once, a
long time ago, she raised an army of girls and called herself 'General
Jinjur.' With her army she captured the Emerald City and drove me out of
it because I insisted that an army in Oz was highly improper. But Ozma
punished the rash girl, and afterward Jinjur and I became fast friends.
Now Jinjur lives peacefully on a farm near here and raises fields of
creampuffs, chocolate caramels and macaroons. They say she's a pretty
good farmer, and in addition to that she's an artist and paints pictures
so perfect that one can scarcely tell them from nature. She often
repaints my face for me when it gets worn or mussy, and the lovely
expression I wore when the Giantess transformed me was painted by Jinjur
only a month ago."
"It was certainly a pleasant expression," agreed Woot.
"Jinjur can paint anything," continued the Scarecrow Bear with
enthusiasm as they walked along together. "Once, when I came to her
house, my straw was old and crumpled so that my body sagged dreadfully.
I needed new straw to replace the old, but Jinjur had no straw on all her
ranch, and I was really unable to travel farther until I had been
restuffed. When I explained this to Jinjur, the girl at once painted a
strawstack which was so natural that I went to it and secured enough
straw to fill all my body. It was a good quality of straw, too, and
lasted me a long time."
This seemed very wonderful to Woot, who knew that such a thing
could never happen in any place but a fairy country like Oz.
The Munchkin Country was much nicer than the Gillikin Country,
and all the fields were separated by blue fences with grass lanes and
paths of blue ground, and the land seemed well cultivated. They were on
a little hill looking down upon this favored country, but had not quite
reached the settled parts, when on turning a bend in the path they were
halted by a form that barred their way. A more curious creature they had
seldom seen, even in the Land of Oz, where curious creatures abound. It
had the head of a young man--evidently a Munchkin--with a pleasant face
and hair neatly combed. But the body was very long, for it had twenty
legs--ten legs on each side--and this caused the body to stretch out and
lie in a horizontal position so that all the legs could touch the ground
and stand firm. From the shoulders extended two small arms; at least,
they seemed small beside so many legs.
This odd creature was dressed in the regulation clothing of the
Munchkin people, a dark blue coat neatly fitting the long body and each
pair of legs having a pair of sky-blue trousers with blue-tinted
stockings and blue leather shoes turned up at the pointed toes. "I
wonder who you are," said Polychrome the Canary, fluttering above the
strange creature, who had probably been asleep on the path.
"I sometimes wonder myself who I am," replied the many-legged
young man, "but in reality I am Tommy Kwikstep, and I live in a hollow
tree that fell to the ground with age. I have polished the inside of it
and made a door at each end, and that's a very comfortable residence for
me because it just fits my shape."
"How did you happen to have such a shape?" asked the Scarecrow
Bear, sitting on his haunches and regarding Tommy Kwikstep with a serious
look. "Is the shape natural?"
"No, it was wished on me," replied Tommy with a sigh. "I used to
be very active and loved to run errands for anyone who needed my
services. That was how I got my name of Tommy Kwikstep. I could run an
errand more quickly than any other boy, and so I was very proud of
myself. One day, however, I met an old lady who was a fairy or a witch
or something of the sort, and she said if I would run an errand for her
to carry some magic medicine to another old woman, she would grant me
just one Wish, whatever the Wish happened to be. Of course, I consented,
and taking the medicine I hurried away. It was a long distance, mostly
uphill, and my legs began to grow weary. Without thinking what I was
doing, I said aloud, "Dear me. I wish I had twenty legs!" And in an
instant I became the unusual creature you see beside you. Twenty
legs! Twenty on one man! You can count them, if you doubt my word."
"You've got 'em, all right," said Woot the Monkey, who had
already counted them.
"After I had delivered the magic medicine to the old woman, I
returned and tried to find the witch, or fairy, or whatever she was, who
had given me the unlucky wish so she could take it away again. I've been
searching for her ever since, but never can I find her," continued poor
Tommy Kwikstep sadly.
"I suppose," said the Tin Owl, blinking at him, "you can travel
very fast with those twenty legs."
"At first I was able to," was the reply, "but I traveled so much
searching for the fairy, or witch, or whatever she was, that I soon got
corns on my toes. Now a corn on one toe is not so bad, but when you have
a hundred toes as I have and get corns on most of them, it is far from
pleasant. Instead of running, I now painfully crawl, and although I try
not to be discouraged, I do hope I shall find that witch, or fairy, or
whatever she was, before long."
"I hope so, too," said the Scarecrow. "But after all, you have
the pleasure of knowing that you are unusual and therefore remarkable
among the people of Oz. To be just like other persons is small credit to
one, while to be unlike others is a mark of distinction."
"That SOUNDS very pretty," returned Tommy Kwikstep, "but if you
had to put on ten pairs of trousers every morning, and tie up twenty
shoes, you would prefer not to be so distinguished."
"Was the witch, or fairy, or whatever she was an old person with
wrinkled skin and half her teeth gone?" inquired the Tin Owl.
"No," said Tommy Kwikstep.
"Then she wasn't old Mombi," remarked the transformed Emperor.
"I'm not interested in who it WASN'T so much as I am in who it
WAS," said the twenty-legged young man. "And whatever or whomsoever she
was, she has managed to keep out of my way."
"If you found her, do you suppose she'd change you back into a
two-legged boy?" asked Woot.
"Perhaps so, if I could run another errand for her and so earn
another wish."
"Would you really like to be as you were before?" asked
Polychrome the Canary, perching upon the Green Monkey's shoulder to
observe Tommy Kwikstep more attentively.
"I would indeed," was the earnest reply.
"Then I will see what I can do for you," promised the Rainbow's
Daughter, and flying to the ground, she took a small twig in her bill and
with it made several mystic figures on each side of Tommy Kwikstep.
"Are YOU a witch, or fairy, or something of the sort?" he asked
as he watched her wonderingly.
The Canary made no answer, for she was busy, but the Scarecrow
Bear replied, "Yes, she's something of the sort, and a bird of a
magician."
The twenty-legged boy's transformation happened so queerly that
they were all surprised at its method. First, Tommy Kwikstep's last two
legs disappeared, then the next two legs, and the next, and as each pair
of legs vanished, his body shortened. All this while Polychrome was
running around him and chirping mystical words, and when all the young
man's legs had disappeared but two, he noticed that the Canary was still
busy and cried out in alarm, "Stop! Stop! Leave me TWO of my legs, or I
shall be worse off than before."
"I know," said the Canary. "I'm only removing with my magic the
corns from your last ten toes."
"Thank you for being so thoughtful," he said gratefully, and now
they noticed that Tommy Kwikstep was quite a nice-looking young fellow.
"What will you do now?" asked Woot the Monkey.
"First," he answered, "I must deliver a note which I've carried
in my pocket ever since the witch, or fairy, or whatever she was granted
my foolish wish. And I am resolved never to speak again without taking
time to think carefully on what I am going to say, for I realize that
speech without thought is dangerous. And after I've delivered the note,
I shall run errands again for anyone who needs my services." So he
thanked Polychrome again and started away in a different direction than
their own, and that was the last they saw of Tommy Kwikstep.

As they followed a path down the bluegrass hillside, the first
house that met the view of the travelers was joyously recognized by the
Scarecrow Bear as the one inhabited by his friend Jinjur, so they
increased their speed and hurried toward it. On reaching the place,
however, they found the house deserted. The front door stood open, but
no one was inside. In the garden surrounding the house were neat rows of
bushes bearing creampuffs and macaroons, some of which were still green,
but others ripe and ready to eat. Farther back were fields of caramels,
and all the land seemed well cultivated and carefully tended. They
looked through the fields for the girl farmer, but she was nowhere to be
seen.
"Well," finally remarked the little Brown Bear, "let us go into
the house and make ourselves at home. That will be sure to please my
friend Jinjur, who happens to be away from home just now. When she
returns, she will be greatly surprised."
"Would she care if I ate some of those ripe creampuffs?" asked
the Green Monkey.
"No indeed. Jinjur is very generous. Help yourself to all you
want," said the Scarecrow Bear.
So Woot gathered a lot of the creampuffs that were golden yellow
and filled with a sweet, creamy substance, and ate until his hunger was
satisfied. Then he entered the house with his friends and sat in a
rocking chair just as he was accustomed to do when a boy. The Canary
perched herself upon the mantel and daintily plumed her feathers. The
Tin Owl sat on the back of another chair. The Scarecrow squatted on his
hairy haunches in the middle of the room. "I believe I remember the girl
Jinjur," remarked the Canary in her sweet voice. "She cannot help us
very much, except to direct us on our way to Glinda's castle, for she
does not understand magic. But she's a good girl, honest and sensible,
and I'll be glad to see her."
"All our troubles," said the Owl with a deep sigh, "arose from my
foolish resolve to seek Nimmie Amee and make her Empress of the Winkies,
and while I wish to reproach no one, I must say that it was Woot the
Wanderer who put the notion into my head."
"Well, for my part, I am glad he did," responded the Canary.
"Your journey resulted in saving me from the Giantess, and had you not
traveled to the Yoop Valley, I would still be Mrs. Yoop's prisoner. It is
much nicer to be free, even though I still bear the enchanted form of a
Canary Bird."
"Do you think we shall ever be able to get our proper forms back
again?" asked the Green Monkey earnestly.
Polychrome did not make reply at once to this important question,
but after a period of thoughtfulness she said, "I have been taught to
believe that there is an antidote for every magic charm, yet Mrs. Yoop
insists that no power can alter her transformations. I realize that my
own fairy magic cannot do it, although I have thought that we Sky Fairies
have more power than is accorded to Earth Fairies. The Yookoohoo magic
is admitted to be very strange in its workings and different from the
magic usually practiced, but perhaps Glinda or Ozma may understand it
better than I. In them lies our only hope. Unless they can help us, we
must remain forever as we are."
"A Canary Bird on a Rainbow wouldn't be so bad," asserted the Tin
Owl, winking and blinking with his round tin eyes, "so if you can manage
to find your Rainbow again, you need have little to worry about."
"That's nonsense, Friend Chopper," exclaimed Woot. "I know just
how Polychrome feels. A beautiful girl is much superior to a little
yellow bird, and a boy such as I was far better than a Green Monkey.
Neither of us can be happy again unless we recover our rightful forms."
"I feel the same way," announced the stuffed Bear. "What do you
suppose my friend the Patchwork Girl would think of me if she saw me
wearing this beastly shape?"
"She'd laugh till she cried," admitted the Tin Owl. "For my
part, I'll have to give up the notion of marrying Nimmie Amee, but I'll
try not to let that make me unhappy. If it's my duty, I'd like to do my
duty, but if magic prevents my getting married, I'll flutter along all by
myself and be just as contented."
Their serious misfortunes made them all silent for a time, and as
their thoughts were busy in dwelling upon the evils with which fate had
burdened them, none noticed that Jinjur had suddenly appeared in the
doorway and was looking at them in astonishment. The next moment her
astonishment changed to anger, for there, in her best rocking chair, sat
a Green Monkey. A great shiny Owl perched upon another chair, and a
Brown Bear squatted upon her parlor rug. Jinjur did not notice the
Canary, but she caught up a broomstick and dashed into the room, shouting
as she came, "Get out of here, you wild creatures! How dare you enter my
house?"
With a blow of her broom, she knocked the Brown Bear over, and
the Tin Owl tried to fly out of her reach and made a great clatter with
his tin wings. The Green Monkey was so startled by the sudden attack
that he sprang into the fireplace--where there was fortunately no
fire--and tried to escape by climbing up the chimney. But he found the
opening too small, and so was forced to drop down again. Then he
crouched trembling in the fireplace, his pretty green hair all blackened
with soot and covered with ashes. From this position Woot watched to see
what would happen next.
"Stop, Jinjur, stop!" cried the Brown Bear when the broom again
threatened them. "Don't you know me? I'm your old friend the
Scarecrow!"
"You're trying to deceive me, you naughty beast! I can see
plainly that you are a bear, and a mighty poor specimen of a bear, too,"
retorted the girl.
"That's because I'm not properly stuffed," he assured her. "When
Mrs. Yoop transformed me, she didn't realize I should have more
stuffing."
"Who is Mrs. Yoop?" inquired Jinjur, pausing with the broom still
upraised.
"A Giantess in the Gillikin Country."
"Oh, I begin to understand. And Mrs. Yoop transformed you? You
are really the famous Scarecrow of Oz?"
"I WAS, Jinjur. Just now I'm as you see me, a miserable little
Brown Bear with a poor quality of stuffing. That Tin Owl is none other
than our dear Tin Woodman, Nick Chopper, the Emperor of the Winkies,
while this Green Monkey is a nice little boy we recently became
acquainted with, Woot the Wanderer."
"And I," said the Canary, flying close to Jinjur, "am Polychrome,
the Daughter of the Rainbow, in the form of a bird."
"Goodness me!" cried Jinjur, amazed. "That Giantess must be a
powerful Sorceress, and as wicked as she is powerful."
"She's a Yookoohoo," said Polychrome. "Fortunately, we managed
to escape from her castle, and we are now on our way to Glinda the Good
to see if she possesses the power to restore us to our former shapes."
"Then I must beg your pardons, all of you must forgive me," said
Jinjur, putting away the broom. "I took you to be a lot of wild,
unmannerly animals, as was quite natural. You are very welcome to my
home, and I'm sorry I haven't the power to help you out of your troubles.
Please use my house and all that I have as if they were your own."
At this declaration of peace, the Bear got upon his feet and the
Owl resumed his perch upon the chair and the Monkey crept out of the
fireplace. Jinjur looked at Woot critically and scowled. "For a Green
Monkey," said she, "you are the blackest creature I ever saw. And you'll
get my nice clean room all dirty with soot and ashes. Whatever possessed
you to jump up the chimney?"
"I--I was scared," explained Woot, somewhat ashamed.
"Well, you need renovating, and that's what will happen to you
right away. Come with me!" she commanded.
"What are you going to do?" asked Woot.
"Give you a good scrubbing," said Jinjur.
Now neither boys nor monkeys relish being scrubbed, so Woot
shrank away from the energetic girl, trembling fearfully. But Jinjur
grabbed him by his paw and dragged him out to the back yard, where, in
spite of his whines and struggles, she plunged him into a tub of cold
water and began to scrub him with a stuff brush and a cake of yellow
soap. This was the hardest trial that Woot had endured since he became a
monkey, but no protest had any influence with Jinjur, who lathered and
scrubbed him in a businesslike manner and afterward dried him with a
coarse towel.
The Bear and the Owl gravely watched this operation and nodded
approval when Woot's silky green fur shone clear and bright in the
afternoon sun. The canary seemed much amused and laughed a silvery
ripple of laughter as she said, "Very well done, my good Jinjur. I
admire your energy and judgment. but I had no idea a monkey could look so
comical as this monkey did while he was being bathed."
"I'm NOT a monkey!" declared Woot resentfully. "I'm just a boy
in a monkey's shape, that's all."
"If you can explain to me the difference," said Jinjur, "I'll
agree not to wash you again, that is unless you foolishly get into the
fireplace. All persons are usually judged by the shapes in which they
appear to the eyes of others. Look at ME, Woot, what am I?"
Woot looked at her. "You're as pretty a girl as I've ever seen,"
he replied.
Jinjur frowned. That is, she tried hard to frown. "Come out
into the garden with me," she said, "and I'll give you some of the most
delicious caramels you ever ate. They're a new variety that no one can
grow but me, and they have a heliotrope flavor."

In her magnificent palace in the Emerald City, the beautiful girl
Ruler of all the wonderful Land of Oz sat in her dainty boudoir with her
friend Princess Dorothy beside her. Ozma was studying a roll of
manuscript which she had taken from the Royal Library, while Dorothy
worked at her embroidery and at times stopped to pat a shaggy little
black dog that lay at her feet. The little dog's name was Toto, and he
was Dorothy's faithful companion. To judge Ozma of Oz by the standards
of our world, you would think her very young--perhaps fourteen or fifteen
years of age--yet for years she had ruled the Land of Oz and had never
seemed a bit older. Dorothy appeared much younger than Ozma. She had
been a little girl when first she came to the Land of Oz, and she was a
little girl still and would never seem to be a day older while she lived
in this wonderful fairyland.
Oz was not always a fairyland, I am told. Once it was much like
other lands except it was shut in by a dreadful desert of sandy wastes
that lay all around it, thus preventing its people from all contact with
the rest of the world. Seeing this isolation, the fairy band of Queen
Lurline, passing over Oz while on a journey, enchanted the country and so
made it a Fairyland. And Queen Lurline left one of her fairies to rule
this enchanted Land of Oz and then passed on and forgot all about it.
From that moment no one in Oz ever died. Those who were old remained
old; those who were young and strong did not change as years passed them
by; the children remained children always, and played and romped to their
hearts' content, while all the babies lived in their cradles and were
tenderly cared for and never grew up. So people in Oz stopped counting
how old they were in years, for years made no difference in their
appearance and could not alter their station. They did not get sick, so
there were no doctors among them. Accidents might happen to some, on
rare occasions, it is true; and while no one could die naturally as other
people do, it was possible that one might be totally destroyed. Such
incidents, however, were very unusual, and so seldom was there anything
to worry over that the Oz people were as happy and contented as can be.
Another strange thing about this fairy Land of Oz was that
whoever managed to enter it from the outside world came under the magic
spell of the place and did not change in appearance as long as they lived
there. So Dorothy, who now lived with Ozma, seemed just the same sweet
little girl she had been when first she came to this delightful
fairyland. Perhaps all parts of Oz might not be called truly delightful,
but it was surely delightful in the neighborhood of the Emerald City,
where Ozma reigned. Her loving influence was felt for many miles around,
but there were places in the mountains of the Gillikin Country and the
forests of the Quadling Country and perhaps in faraway places of the
Munchkin and Winkie Countries where the inhabitants were somewhat rude
and uncivilized and had not yet come under the spell of Ozma's wise and
kindly rule. Also, when Oz first became a fairyland, it harbored several
witches and magicians and sorcerers and necromancers who were scattered
in various places, but most of those had been deprived of their magic
powers, and Ozma had passed a royal edict forbidding anyone in her
dominions to work magic except Glinda the Good and the Wizard of Oz.
Ozma herself, being a real fairy, knew a lot of magic, but she only used
it to benefit her subjects.
This little explanation will help you to understand better the
story you are reading, but most of it is already known to those who are
familiar with the Oz people whose adventures they have followed in other
Oz books. Ozma and Dorothy were fast friends and were much together.
Everyone in Oz loved Dorothy almost as well as they did their lovely
Ruler, for the little Kansas girl's good fortune had not spoiled her or
rendered her at all vain. She was just the same brave and true and
adventurous child as before she lived in a royal palace and became the
chum of the fairy Ozma.
In the room in which the two sat--which was one of Ozma's private
suite of apartments--hung the famous Magic Picture. This was the source
of constant interest to little Dorothy. One had but to stand before it
and wish to see what any person was doing, and at once a scene would
flash upon the magic canvas which showed exactly where that person was,
and like our own moving pictures would reproduce the actions of that
person as long as you cared to watch them. So today, when Dorothy tired
of her embroidery, she drew the curtains from before the Magic Picture
and wished to see what her friend Button Bright (sic) was doing. Button
Bright, she saw, was playing ball with Ojo, the Munchkin boy, so Dorothy
next wished to see what her Aunt Em was doing. The picture showed Aunt Em
quietly engaged in darning socks for Uncle Henry, so Dorothy wished to
see what her old friend the Tin Woodman was doing.
The Tin Woodman was then just leaving his tin castle in the
company of the Scarecrow and Woot the Wanderer. Dorothy had never seen
this boy before, so she wondered who he was. Also, she was curious to
know where the three were going, for she noticed Woot's knapsack and
guessed they had started on a long journey. She asked Ozma about it, but
Ozma did not know. That afternoon Dorothy again saw the travelers in the
Magic Picture, but they were merely tramping through the country and
Dorothy was not much interested in them. A couple of days later,
however, the girl, being again with Ozma, wished to see her friends the
Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman in the Magic Picture, and on this occasion
found them in the great castle of Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess, who was at the
time about to transform them. Both Dorothy and Ozma now became greatly
interested and watched the transformations with indignation and horror.
"What a wicked Giantess!" exclaimed Dorothy.
"Yes," answered Ozma, "she must be punished for this cruelty to
our friends and to the poor boy who is with them." After this, they
followed the adventures of the little Brown Bear and the Tin Owl and the
Green Monkey with breathless interest, and were delighted when they
escaped from Mrs. Yoop. They did not know, then, who the Canary was, but
realized it must be the transformation of some person of consequence whom
the Giantess had also enchanted.
When finally the day came when the adventurers headed south into
the Munchkin Country, Dorothy asked anxiously, "Can't something be done
for them, Ozma? Can't you change 'em back into their own shapes? They've
suffered enough from these dreadful transformations, seems to me."
"I've been studying ways to help them ever since they were
transformed," replied Ozma. "Mrs. Yoop is now the only Yookoohoo in my
dominions, and the Yookoohoo magic is very peculiar and hard for others
to understand, yet I am resolved to make the attempt to break these
enchantments. I may not succeed, but I shall do the best I can. From the
direction our friends are taking, I believe they are going to pass by
Jinjur's Ranch, so if we start now, we may meet them there. Would you
like to go with me, Dorothy?"
"Of course," answered the little girl. "I wouldn't miss it for
anything."
"Then order the Red Wagon," said Ozma of Oz, "and we will start
at once."
Dorothy ran to do as she was bid, while Ozma went to her Magic
Room to make ready the things she believed she would need. In half an
hour, the Red Wagon stood before the grand entrance of the palace, and
before it was hitched the Wooden Sawhorse, which was Ozma's favorite
steed. This Sawhorse, while being made of wood, was very much alive and
could travel swiftly and without tiring. To keep the ends of his wooden
legs from wearing down short, Ozma had shod the Sawhorse with plates of
pure gold. His harness was studded with brilliant emeralds and other
jewels, and so while he himself was not at all handsome, his outfit made
a splendid appearance.
Since the Sawhorse could understand her spoken words, Ozma used
no reins to guide him. She merely told him where to go. When she came
from the palace with little Dorothy, they both climbed into the Red
Wagon, and then the little dog Toto ran up and asked, "Are you going to
leave me behind, Dorothy?"
Dorothy looked at Ozma, who smiled in return and said, "Toto may
go with us, if you want him to."
So Dorothy lifted the little dog into the wagon, for while he
could run fast, he could not keep up with the speed of the wonderful
Sawhorse. Away they went, over hills and through meadows, covering the
ground with astonishing speed. It is not surprising, therefore, that the
Red Wagon arrived before Jinjur's house just as that energetic young lady
had finished scrubbing the Green Monkey and was about to lead him to the
caramel patch.

The Tin Owl gave a hoot of delight when he saw the Red Wagon draw
up before Jinjur's house, and the Brown Bear grunted with glee and
trotted toward Ozma as fast as he could wobble. As for the Canary, it
flew swiftly to Dorothy's shoulder and perched the re, saying in her ear,
"Thank goodness you have come to our rescue!"
"But who are you?" asked Dorothy.
"Don't you know?" returned the Canary.
"No, for the first time we noticed you in the Magic Picture you
were just a bird as you are now. But we've guessed that the giant woman
had transformed you as she did the others."
"Yes, I'm Polychrome, the Rainbow's Daughter," announced the
Canary.
"Goodness me!" cried Dorothy. "How dreadful."
"Well, I make a rather pretty bird, I think," returned
Polychrome, "but of course I'm anxious to resume my own shape and get
back upon my rainbow."
"Ozma will help you, I'm sure," said Dorothy. "How does it feel,
Scarecrow, to be a bear?" she asked, addressing her old friend.
"I don't like it," declared the Scarecrow Bear. "This brutal
form is quite beneath the dignity of a wholesome straw man."
"And think of me," said the Owl, perching upon the dashboard of
the Red Wagon with much noisy clattering of his tin feathers. "Don't I
look horrid, Dorothy, with eyes several sizes too big for my body and so
weak that I ought to wear spectacles?"
"Well," said Dorothy critically as she looked him over, "you're
nothing to brag of, I must confess, but Ozma will soon fix you up again."
The Green Monkey had hung back, bashful at meeting two lovely
girls while in the form of a beast; but Jinjur now took his hand and led
him forward while she introduced him to Ozma, and Woot managed to make a
low bow, not really ungraceful, before her girlish Majesty, the Ruler of
Oz. "You have all been forced to endure a sad experience," said Ozma,
"and so I am anxious to do all in my power to break Mrs. Yoop's
enchantment. But first tell me how you happened to stray into that
lonely Valley where Yoop Castle stands."
Between them they related the object of their journey, the
Scarecrow Bear telling of the Tin Woodman's resolve to find Nimmie Amee
and marry her as a just reward for her loyalty to him. Woot told of
their adventures with the Loons of Loonville, and the Tin Owl described
the manner in which they had been captured and transformed by the
Giantess. Then Polychrome related her story, and when all had been told
and Dorothy had several times reproved Toto for growling at the Tin Owl,
Ozma remained thoughtful for a while, pondering upon what she had heard.
Finally, she looked up and with one of her delightful smiles said to the
anxious group, "I am not sure my magic will be able to restore every one
of you, because your transformations are of such a strange and unusual
character. Indeed, Mrs. Yoop was quite justified in believing no power
could alter her enchantments. However, I am sure I can restore the
Scarecrow to his original shape. He was stuffed with straw from the
beginning, and even the Yookoohoo magic could not alter that. The
Giantess was merely able to make a bear's shape of a man's shape, but the
bear is stuffed with straw, just as the man was. So I feel confident I
can make a man of the bear again."
"Hurrah!" cried the Brown Bear, and tried clumsily to dance a jig
of delight.
"As for the Tin Woodman, his case is much the same," resumed
Ozma, still smiling. "The power of the Giantess could not make him
anything but a tin creature, whatever shape she transformed him into, so
it will not be impossible to restore him to his manly form. Anyhow, I
shall test my magic at once and see if it will do what I have promised."
She drew from her bosom a small silver Wand, and making passes with the
Wand over the head of the Bear, she succeeded in the brief space of a
moment in breaking his enchantment. The original Scarecrow of Oz again
stood before them, well stuffed with straw and with his features painted
upon the bag which formed his head. The Scarecrow was greatly delighted,
as you may suppose, and he strutted proudly around while the powerful
fairy, Ozma of Oz, broke the enchantment that had transformed the Tin
Woodman and made a Tin Owl into a Tin Man again.
"Now then," chirped the Canary eagerly. "I'm next, Ozma!"
"But your case is different," replied Ozma, no longer smiling,
but wearing a grave expression on her sweet face. "I shall have to
experiment on you, Polychrome, and I may fail in all my attempts."
She then tried two or three different methods of magic, hoping
one of them would succeed in breaking Polychrome's enchantment, but still
the Rainbow's Daughter remained a Canary Bird. Finally, however, she
experimented in another way. She transformed the Canary into a Dove, and
then transformed the Dove into a Speckled Hen, and then changed the
Speckled Hen into a rabbit, and then the rabbit into a Fawn. And at the
last, after mixing several powders and sprinkling them upon the Fawn, the
Yookoohoo enchantment was suddenly broken, and before them stood one of
the daintiest and loveliest creatures in any fairyland in the world.
Polychrome was as sweet and merry in disposition as she was beautiful,
and when she danced and capered around in delight, her beautiful hair
floated around her like a golden mist and her many-hued rainment[sic],
as soft as cobwebs, reminded one of drifting clouds in a summer sky.
Woot was so awed by the entrancing sight of this exquisite Sky
Fairy that he quite forgot his own sad plight until he noticed Ozma
gazing upon him with an intent expression that denoted sympathy and
sorrow. Dorothy whispered in her friend's ear, but the Ruler of Oz shook
her head sadly. Jinjur, noticing this and understanding Ozma's looks,
took the paw of the Green Monkey in her own hand and patted it softly.
"Never mind," she said to him. "You are a very beautiful color, and a
monkey can climb better than a boy and do a lot of other things no boy
can ever do."
"What's the matter?" asked Woot, a sinking feeling at his heart.
"Is Ozma's magic all used up?"
Ozma herself answered him. "Your form of enchantment, my poor
boy," she said pityingly, "is different from that of the others. Indeed,
it is a form that is impossible to alter by any magic known to fairies or
Yookoohoos. The wicked Giantess was well aware, when she gave you the
form of a Green Monkey, that the Green Monkey must exist in the Land of
Oz for all future time."
Woot drew a long breath. "Well, that's pretty hard luck," he
said bravely, "but if it can't be helped I must endure it, that's all. I
don't like being a monkey, but what's the use of kicking against my
fate?"
They were all very sorry for him, and Dorothy anxiously asked
Ozma, "Couldn't Glinda save him?"
"No," was the reply. "Glinda's power in transformations is no
greater than my own. Before I left my palace I went to my Magic Room and
studied Woot's case very carefully. I found that no power can do away
with the Green Monkey. He might transfer, or exchange his form with some
other person, it is true, but the Green Monkey we cannot get rid of by
any magic arts known to science."
"But see here," said the Scarecrow, who had listened intently to
this explanation, "why not put the monkey's form on someone else?"
"Who would agree to make the change?" asked Ozma. "If by force
we caused anyone else to become a Green Monkey, we would be as cruel and
wicked as Mrs. Yoop. And what good would an exchange do?" she continued.
"Suppose, for instance, we worked the enchantment and made Toto into a
Green Monkey. At the same moment, Woot would become a little dog."
"Leave me out of your magic, please," said Toto with a
reproachful growl. "I wouldn't become a Green Monkey for anything."
"And I wouldn't become a dog," said Woot. "A green monkey is
much better than a dog, it seems to me."
"That is only a matter of opinion," answered Toto.
"Now here's another idea," said the Scarecrow. "My brains are
working finely today, you must admit. Why not transform Toto into Woot
the Wanderer and then have them exchange forms? The dog would become a
green monkey and the monkey would have his own natural shape again."
"To be sure!" cried Jinjur. "That's a fine idea."
"Leave me out of it," said Toto. "I won't do it."
"Wouldn't you be willing to become a green monkey--see what a
pretty color it is--so that this poor boy could be restored to his own
shape?" asked Jinjur pleadingly.
"No," said Toto.
"I don't like that plan the least bit," declared Dorothy, "for
then I wouldn't have any little dog."
"But you'd have a green monkey in his place," persisted Jinjur,
who liked Woot and wanted to help him.
"I don't want a green monkey," said Dorothy positively.
"Don't speak of this again, I beg of you," said Woot. "This is
my own misfortune, and I would rather suffer it alone than deprive
Princess Dorothy of her dog or deprive the dog of his proper shape. And
perhaps even her Majesty, Ozma of Oz, might not be able to transform
anyone else into the shape of Woot the Wanderer."
"Yes, I believe I might do that," Ozma returned, "but Woot is
quite right. We are not justified inflicting upon anyone, man or dog,
the form of a green monkey. Also, it is certain that in order to relieve
the boy of the form he now wears, we must give it to someone else, who
would be forced to wear it always."
"I wonder," said Dorothy thoughtfully, "if we couldn't find
someone in the Land of Oz who would be willing to become a green monkey?
Seems to me a monkey is active and spry, and he can climb trees and do a
lot of clever things, and green isn't a bad color for a monkey; it makes
him unusual."
"I wouldn't ask anyone to take this dreadful form," said Woot.
"It wouldn't be right, you know. I've been a monkey for some time, now,
and I don't like it. It makes me ashamed to be a beast of this sort when
by right of birth I'm a boy; so I'm sure it would be wicked to ask anyone
else to take my place."
They were all silent, for they knew he spoke the truth. Dorothy
was almost ready to cry with pity, and Ozma's sweet face was sad and
disturbed. The Scarecrow rubbed and patted his stuffed head to try to
make it think better, while the Tin Woodman went into the house and began
to oil his tin joints so that the sorrow of his friends might not cause
him to weep. Weeping is liable to rust tin, and the Emperor prided
himself upon his highly polished body--now doubly dear to him because for
a time he had been deprived of it.
Polychrome had danced down the garden paths and back again a
dozen times, for she was seldom still a moment, yet she had heard Ozma's
speech and understood very well Woot's unfortunate position. But the
Rainbow's Daughter, even while dancing, could think and reason very
clearly, and suddenly she solved the problem in the nicest possible way.
Coming close to Ozma, she said, "Your Majesty, all this trouble was
caused by the wickedness of Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess. Yet even now that
cruel woman is living in her secluded castle enjoying the thought that she
has put this terrible enchantment on Woot the Wanderer. Even now she is
laughing at our despair because we can find no way to get rid of the
green monkey. Very well, we do not wish to get rid of it. Let the woman
who created the form wear it herself as a punishment for her wickedness.
I am sure your fairy power can give to Mrs. Yoop the form of Woot the
Wanderer, even at this distance from her, and then it will be possible to
exchange the two forms. Mrs. Yoop will become the Green Monkey, and Woot
will recover his own form again."
Ozma's face brightened as she listened to this clever proposal.
"Thank you, Polychrome," said she. "The task you propose is not so easy
as you suppose, but I will make the attempt, and perhaps I may succeed."

They now entered the house, and as an interested group watched
Jinjur, at Ozma's command, build a fire and put a kettle of water over to
boil. The Ruler of Oz stood before the fire silent and grave, while the
others, realizing that an important ceremony of magic was about to be
performed, stood quietly in the background so as not to interrupt Ozma's
proceedings. Only Polychrome kept going in and coming out, humming
softly to herself as she danced, for the Rainbow's Daughter could not
keep still for long, and the four walls of a room always made her nervous
and ill at ease. She moved so noiselessly, however, that her movements
were like the shifting of sunbeams and did not annoy anyone.
When the water in the kettle bubbled, Ozma drew from her bosom
two tiny packets containing powders. These powders she threw into the
kettle, and after briskly stirring the contents with a branch from a
macaroon bush, Ozma poured the mystic broth upon a broad platter which
Jinjur had placed upon the table. As the broth cooled, it became as
silver, reflecting all objects from its smooth surface like a mirror.
While her companions gathered around the table, eagerly attentive--and
Dorothy even held little Toto in her arms that he might see--Ozma waved
her wand over the mirror-like surface. At once, it reflected the interior
of Yoop Castle, and in the big hall sat Mrs. Yoop in her best embroidered
silken robes, engaged in weaving a new lace apron to replace the one she
had lost.
The Giantess seemed rather uneasy, as if she had a faint idea
that someone was spying upon her, for she kept looking behind her and
this way and that, as though expecting danger from an unknown source.
Perhaps some Yookoohoo instinct warned her. Woot saw that she had
escaped from her room by some of the magical means at her disposal after
her prisoners had escaped her. She was now occupying the big hall of her
castle as she used to do. Also, Woot thought from the cruel expression
on the face of the Giantess that she was planning revenge on them as soon
as her new magic apron was finished.
But Ozma was now making passes over the platter with her silver
Wand, and presently the form of the Giantess began to shrink in size and
to change its shape. And now, in her place sat the form of Woot the
Wanderer, and as if suddenly realizing her transformation, Mrs. Yoop
threw down her work and rushed to a looking-glass that stood against the
wall of her room. When she saw the boy's form reflected as her own, she
grew violently angry and dashed her head against the mirror, smashing it
to atoms.
Just then, Ozma was busy with her magic Wand, making strange
figures, and she had also placed her left hand firmly upon the shoulder
of the Green Monkey. So now, as all eyes were turned upon the platter,
the form of Mrs. Yoop gradually changed again. She was slowly
transformed into the Green Monkey, and at the same time Woot slowly
regained his natural form. It was quite a surprise to them all when they
raised their eyes from the platter and saw Woot the Wanderer standing
beside Ozma. And when they glanced at the platter again, it reflected
nothing more than the walls of the room in Jinjur's house in which they
stood. The magic ceremonial was ended, and Ozma of Oz had triumphed over
the wicked Giantess.
"What will become of her, I wonder?" said Dorothy as she drew a
long breath.
"She will always remain a Green Monkey," replied Ozma, "and in
that form she will be unable to perform any magical arts whatsoever. She
need not be unhappy, however, and as she lives all alone in her castle,
she probably won't mind the transformation very much after she gets used
to it."
"Anyhow, it serves her right," declared Dorothy, and all agreed
with her.
"But," said the kind-hearted Tin Woodman, "I'm afraid the Green
Monkey will starve, for Mrs. Yoop used to get her food by magic, and now
that the magic is taken away from her, what can she eat?"
"Why, she'll eat what other monkeys do," returned the Scarecrow.
"Even in the form of a Green Monkey, she's a very clever person, and I'm
sure her wits will show her how to get plenty to eat."
"Don't worry about her," advised Dorothy. "She didn't worry
about you, and her condition is no worse than the condition she imposed
on poor Woot. She can't starve to death in the Land of Oz, that's
certain, and if she gets hungry at times, it's no more than the wicked
thing deserves. Let's forget Mrs. Yoop, for in spite of her being a
Yookoohoo, our fairy friends have broken all of her transformations."

Ozma and Dorothy were quite pleased with Woot the Wanderer, whom
they found modest and intelligent and very well mannered. The boy was
truly grateful for his release from the cruel enchantment, and he
promised to love, revere and defend the girl Ruler of Oz forever
afterward as a faithful subject. "You may visit me at my palace if you
wish," said Ozma, "where I will be glad to introduce you to two other
nice boys, Ojo the Munchkin and Button-Bright."
"Thank your Majesty," replied Woot, and he turned to the Tin
Woodman and inquired, "What are your further plans, Mr. Emperor? Will
you still seek Nimmie Amee and marry her, or will you abandon the quest
and return to the Emerald City and your own castle?"
The Tin Woodman, now as highly polished and well oiled as ever,
reflected a while on this question and then answered, "Well, I see no
reason why I should not find Nimmie Amee. We are now in the Munchkin
Country, where we are perfectly safe, and if it was right for me before
our enchantment to marry Nimmie Amee and make her Empress of the Winkies,
it must be right now when the enchantment has been broken and I am once
more myself. Am I correct, friend Scarecrow?"
"You are indeed," answered the Scarecrow. "No one can oppose
such logic."
"But I'm afraid you don't love Nimmie Amee," suggested Dorothy.
"That is just because I can't love anyone," replied the Tin
Woodman. "But if I cannot love my wife, I can at least be kind to her,
and all husbands are not able to do that."
"Do you s'pose Nimmie Amee still loves you after all these
years?" asked Dorothy.
"I'm quite sure of it, and that is why I am going to her to make
her happy. Woot the Wanderer thinks I ought to reward her for being
faithful to me after my meat body was chopped to pieces and I became tin.
What do YOU think, Ozma?"
Ozma smiled as she said, "I do not know your Nimmie Amee, and so
I cannot tell what she most needs to make her happy. But there is no
harm in your going to her and asking her if she still wishes to marry
you. If she does, we can give you a grand wedding at the Emerald City,
and afterward as Empress of the Winkies Nimmie Amee would become one of
the most important ladies in all Oz."
So it was decided that the Tin Woodman would continue his journey
and that the Scarecrow and Woot the Wanderer should accompany him as
before. Polychrome also decided to join their party, somewhat to the
surprise of all. "I hate to be cooped up in a palace," she said to Ozma,
"and of course the first time I meet my Rainbow I shall return to my own
dear home in the skies, where my fairy sisters are even now awaiting me
and my father is cross because I get lost so often. But I can find my
Rainbow just as quickly while traveling in the Munchkin Country as I
could if living in the Emerald City--or any other place in Oz--so I shall
go with the Tin Woodman and help him woo Nimmie Amee."
Dorothy wanted to go, too, but as the Tin Woodman did not invite
her to join his party, she felt she might be intruding if she asked to be
taken. She hinted, but she found he didn't take the hint. It is quite a
delicate matter for one to ask a girl to marry him, however much she
loves him, and perhaps the Tin Woodman did not desire to have too many
looking on when he found his old sweetheart, Nimmie Amee. So Dorothy
contented herself with the thought that she would help Ozma prepare a
splendid wedding feast, to be followed by a round of parties and
festivities when the Emperor of the Winkies reached the Emerald City with
his bride.
Ozma offered to take them all in the Red Wagon to a place as near
to the great Munchkin forest as a wagon could get. The Red Wagon was big
enough to seat them all, and so, bidding goodbye to Jinjur, who gave Woot
a basket of ripe creampuffs and caramels to take with him, Ozma commanded
the Wooden Sawhorse to start, and the strange creature moved swiftly over
the lanes and presently came to the Road of Yellow Bricks. This road led
straight to a dense forest, where the path was too narrow for the Red
Wagon to proceed, so here the party separated.
Ozma and Dorothy and Toto returned to the Emerald City after
wishing their friends a safe and successful journey, while the Tin
Woodman, the Scarecrow, Woot the Wanderer and Polychrome, the Rainbow's
Daughter, prepared to push their way through the thick forest. However,
these forest paths were well known to the Tin Man and the Scarecrow, who
felt quite at home among the trees. "I was born in this grand forest,"
said Nick Chopper, the tin Emperor, speaking proudly, "and it was here
that the Witch enchanted my axe and I lost different parts of my meat
body until I became all tin. Here, also--for it is a big forest--Nimmie
Amee lived with the Wicked Witch, and at the other edge of the trees
stands the cottage of my friend Ku-Klip, the famous tinsmith who made my
present beautiful form."
"He must be a clever workman," declared Woot admiringly.
"He is simply wonderful," declared the Tin Woodman.
"I shall be glad to make his acquaintance," said Woot.
"If you wish to meet with real cleverness," remarked the
Scarecrow, "you should visit the Munchkin farmer who first made ME. I
won't say that my friend the Emperor isn't all right for a tin man, but
any judge of beauty can understand that a Scarecrow is far more artistic
and refined."
"You are too soft and flimsy," said the Tin Woodman.
"You are too hard and stiff," said the Scarecrow, and this was as
near to quarreling as the two friends ever came. Polychrome laughed at
them both, as well she might, and Woot hastened to change the subject.
At night they all camped underneath the trees. The boy ate
creampuffs for supper and offered Polychrome some, but she preferred
other food and at daybreak sipped the dew that was clustered thick on the
forest flowers. Then they tramped onward again, and presently the
Scarecrow paused and said, "It was on this very spot that Dorothy and I
first met the Tin Woodman, who was rusted so badly that none of his
joints would move. But after we had oiled him up, he was as good as new
and accompanied us to the Emerald City."
"Ah, that was a sad experience," asserted the Tin Woodman
soberly. "I was caught in a rainstorm while chopping down a tree for
exercise, and before I realized it, I was firmly rusted in every joint.
There I stood, axe in hand but unable to move, for days and weeks and
months! Indeed, I have never known exactly how long the time was; but
finally along came Dorothy, and I was saved. See! This is the very tree
I was chopping at the time I rusted."
"You cannot be far from your old home, in that case," said Woot.
"No, my little cabin stands not a great way off, but there is no
occasion for us to visit it. Our errand is with Nimmie Amee, and her
house is somewhat farther away to the left of us."
"Didn't you say she lives with a Wicked Witch who makes her a
slave?" asked the boy.
"She did, but she doesn't," was the reply. "I am told the Witch
was destroyed when Dorothy's house fell on her, so now Nimmie Amee must
live all alone. I haven't seen her, of course, since the Witch was
crushed, for at that time I was standing rusted in the forest and had
been there a long time, but the poor girl must have felt very happy to be
free from her cruel mistress."
"Well," said the Scarecrow, "let's travel on and find Nimmie
Amee. Lead on, your Majesty, since you know the way, and we will follow."
So the Tin Woodman took a path that led through the thickest part
of the forest, and they followed it for some time. The light was dim
here, because vines and bushes and leafy foliage were all about them, and
often the Tin Man had to push aside the branches that obstructed their
way, or cut them off with his axe. After they had proceeded some
distance, the Emperor suddenly stopped short and exclaimed, "Good
gracious!"
The Scarecrow, who was next, first bumped into his friend and
then peered around his tin body and said in a tone of wonder, "Well, I
declare!"
Woot the Wanderer pushed himself forward to see what was the
matter, and cried out in astonishment, "For goodness' sake!"
Then the three stood motionless, staring hard, until Polychrome's
merry laughter rang out behind them and aroused them from their stupor.
In the path before them stood a tin man who was the exact duplicate of
the Tin Woodman. He was of the same size, he was jointed in the same
manner, and he was made of shining tin from top to toe. But he stood
immovable, with his tin jaws half parted and his tin eyes turned upward.
In one of his hands was held a long, gleaming sword. Yes, *there* was the
difference, the only thing that distinguished him from the Emperor of the
Winkies. This tin man bore a sword, while the Tin Woodman bore an axe.
"It's a dream, it *must* be a dream!" gasped Woot.
"That's it, of course," said the Scarecrow. "There couldn't be
*two* Tin Woodmen."
"No," agreed Polychrome, dancing nearer to the stranger, "this one
is a Tin Soldier. Don't you see his sword?"
The Tin Woodman cautiously put out one tin hand and felt of his
double's arm. Then he said in a voice that trembled with emotion, "Who
are you, friend?"
There was no reply. "Can't you see he's rusted, just as you were
once?" asked Polychrome, laughing again. "Here, Nick Chopper, lend me
your oil can a minute!" The Tin Woodman silently handed her his oil can,
without which he never traveled, and Polychrome first oiled the
stranger's tin jaws and then worked them gently to and fro until the Tin
Soldier said, "That's enough. Thank you. I can now talk. But please
oil my other joints."
Woot seized the oil can and did this, but all the others helped
wiggle the soldier's joints as soon as they were oiled until they moved
freely. The Tin Soldier seemed highly pleased at his release. He
strutted up and down the path, saying in a high, thin voice,
"The Soldier is a splendid man
When marching on parade,
And when he meets the enemy
He never is afraid.
He rights the wrongs of nations,
His country's flag defends,
The foe he'll fight with great delight,
But seldom fights his friends."

"Are you really a soldier?" asked Woot when they had all watched
this strange tin person parade up and down the path and proudly flourish
his sword.
"I WAS a soldier," was the reply, "but I've been a prisoner to Mr.
Rust so long that I don't know exactly WHAT I am."
"But dear me!" cried the Tin Woodman, sadly perplexed. "How came
you to be made of tin?"
"That," answered the Soldier, "is a sad, sad story. I was in love
with a beautiful Munchkin girl who lived with a Wicked Witch. The Witch
did not wish me to marry the girl, so she enchanted my sword, which began
hacking me to pieces. When I lost my legs, I went to the tinsmith,
Ku-Klip, and he made me this fine one out of tin. It was the same way
with my body, and finally I was all tin. But I was not unhappy, for
Ku-Klip made a good job of me, having had experience in making another
tin man before me."
"Yes," observed the Tin Woodman, "it was Ku-Klip who made me.
But tell me, what was the name of the Munchkin girl you were in love with?"
"She is called Nimmie Amee," said the Tin Soldier.
Hearing this, they were all so astonished that they were silent
for a time, regarding the stranger with wondering looks. Finally, the
Tin Woodman ventured to ask, "And did Nimmie Amee return your love?"
"Not at first," admitted the Soldier. "When first I marched into
the forest and met her, she was weeping over the loss of her former
sweetheart, a woodman whose name was Nick Chopper."
"That is me," said the Tin Woodman.
"She told me he was nicer than a soldier, because he was all made
of tin and shone beautifully in the sun. She said a tin man appealed to
her artistic instincts more than an ordinary meat man as I was then. But
I did not despair, because her tin sweetheart had disappeared and could
not be found. And finally Nimmie Amee permitted me to call upon her, and
we became friends. It was then that the Wicked Witch discovered me and
became furiously angry when I said I wanted to marry the girl. She
enchanted my sword, as I said, and then my troubles began. When I got my
tin legs, Nimmie Amee began to take an interest in me; when I got my tin
arms, she began to like me better than ever; and when I was all made of
tin, she said I looked like her dear Nick Chopper and she would be
willing to marry me.
"The day of our wedding was set, and it turned out to be a rainy
day. Nevertheless I started out to get Nimmie Amee, because the Witch had
been absent for some time and we meant to elope before she got back. As I
traveled the forest paths, the rain wetted my joints, but I paid no
attention to this because my thoughts were all on my wedding with
beautiful Nimmie Amee, and I could think of nothing else until suddenly
my legs stopped moving. Then my arms rusted at the joints, and I became
frightened and cried for help, for now I was unable to oil myself. No
one heard my calls, and before long my jaws rusted, and I was unable to
utter another sound. So I stood helpless in this spot, hoping some
wanderer would come my way and save me. But this forest path is seldom
used, and I have been standing here so long that I have lost all track of
time. In my mind I composed poetry and sang songs, but not a sound have
I been able to utter. But this desperate condition has now been relieved
by your coming my way, and I must thank you for my rescue."
"This is wonderful!" said the Scarecrow, heaving a stuffy, long
sigh. "I think Ku-Klip was wrong to make two tin men just alike, and the
strangest thing of all is that both you tin men fell in love with the same
girl."
"As for that," returned the Soldier seriously, "I must admit I
lost my ability to love when I lost my meat heart. Ku-Klip gave me a tin
heart, to be sure, but it doesn't love anything as far as I can discover
and merely rattles against my tin ribs, which makes me wish I had no
heart at all."
"Yet in spite of this condition you were going to marry Nimmie
Amee?"
"Well, you see, I had promised to marry her, and I am an honest
man and always try to keep my promises. I didn't like to disappoint the
poor girl, who had been disappointed by one tin man already."
"That was not my fault," declared the Emperor of the Winkies, and
then he related how he, also, had rusted in the forest and after a long
time had been rescued by Dorothy and the Scarecrow and had traveled with
them to the Emerald City in search of a heart that could love.
"If you have found such a heart, sir," said the Soldier, "I will
gladly allow you to marry Nimmie Amee in my place."
"If she loves you best, sir," answered the Woodman, "I shall not
interfere with your wedding her. For to be quite frank with you, I
cannot yet love Nimmie Amee as I did before I became tin."
"Still, one of you ought to marry the poor girl," remarked Woot,
"and if she likes tin men, there is not much choice between you. Why
don't you draw lots for her?"
"That wouldn't be right," said the Scarecrow.
"The girl should be permitted to choose her own husband,"
asserted Polychrome. "You should both go to her and allow her to take
her choice. Then she will surely be happy."
"That, to me, seems a very fair arrangement," said the Tin
Soldier.
"I agree to it," said the Tin Woodman, shaking the hand of his
twin to show the matter was settled. "May I ask your name, sir?" he
continued.
"Before I was so cut up," replied the other, "I was known as
Captain Fyter, but afterward I was merely called 'The Tin Soldier.'"
"Well, Captain, if you are agreeable, let us now go to Nimmie
Amee's house and let her choose between us."
"Very well; and if we meet the Witch, we will both fight her, you
with your axe and I with my sword."
"The Witch is destroyed," announced the Scarecrow, and as they
walked away, he told the Tin Soldier of much that had happened in the
Land of Oz since he had stood rusted in the forest.
"I must have stood there longer than I had imagined," he said
thoughtfully.

It was no more than a two-hours' journey to the house where
Nimmie Amee had lived, but when our travelers arrived there, they found
the place deserted. The door was partly off its hinges, the roof had
fallen in at the rear, and the interior of the cottage was thick with
dust. Not only was the place vacant, but it was evident that no one had
lived there for a long time. "I suppose," said the Scarecrow as they all
stood looking wonderingly at the ruined houses, "that after the Wicked
Witch was destroyed, Nimmie Amee became lonely and went somewhere else to
live."
"One could scarcely expect a young girl to live all alone in a
forest," added Woot. "She would want company, of course, and so I
believe she has gone where other people live."
"And perhaps she is still crying her poor little heart out
because no tin man comes to marry her," suggested Polychrome.
"Well, in that case, it is the clear duty of you two tin persons
to seek Nimmie Amee until you find her," declared the Scarecrow.
"I do not know where to look for the girl," said the Tin Soldier,
"for I am almost a stranger to this part of the country."
"I was born here," said the Tin Woodman, "but the forest has few
inhabitants except the wild beasts. I cannot think of anyone living near
here with whom Nimmie Amee might care to live."
"Why not go to Ku-Klip and ask him what has become of the girl?"
proposed Polychrome. That struck them all as being a good suggestion, so
once more they started to tramp through the forest, taking the direct
path to Ku-Klip's house, for both the tin twins knew the way, having
followed it many times. Ku-Klip lived at the far edge of the great
forest, his house facing the broad plains of the Munchkin Country that
lay to the eastward. But when they came to this residence by the
forest's edge, the tinsmith was not at home.
It was a pretty place, all painted dark blue with trimmings of
lighter blue. There was a neat blue fence around the yard, and several
blue benches had been placed underneath the shady blue trees which marked
the line between forest and plain. There was a blue lawn before the
house, which was a good-sized building. Ku-Klip lived in the front part
of the house and had his workshop in the back part, where he had also
built a lean-to addition in order to give him more room.
Although they found the tinsmith absent on their arrival, there
was smoke coming out of his chimney, which proved that he would soon
return. "And perhaps Nimmie Amee will be with him," said the Scarecrow
in a cheerful voice.
While they waited, the Tin Woodman went to the door of the
workshop, and finding it unlocked entered and looked curiously around the
room where he had been made. "It seems almost like home to me," he told
his friends, who had followed him in. "The first time I came here I had
lost a leg, so I had to carry it in my hand while I hopped on the other
leg all the way from the place in the forest where the enchanted axe cut
me. I remember that old Ku-Klip carefully put my meat leg into a
barrel--I think that is the same barrel, still standing in the corner
yonder--and then at once he began to make a tin leg for me. He worked
fast and with skill, and I was much interested in the job."
"My experience was much the same," said the Tin Soldier. "I used
to bring all the parts of me, which the enchanted sword had cut away,
here to the tinsmith, and Ku-Klip would put them into the barrel."
"I wonder," said Woot, "if those cast-off parts of you two
unfortunates are still in that barrel in the corner?"
"I suppose so," replied the Tin Woodman. "In the Land of Oz no
part of a living creature can ever be destroyed."
"If that is true, how was that Wicked Witch destroyed?" inquired
Woot.
"Why, she was very old and was all dried up and withered before
Oz became a fairyland," explained the Scarecrow. "Only her magic arts
had kept her alive so long, and when Dorothy's house fell upon her, she
just turned to dust and was blown away and scattered by the wind. I do
not think, however, that the parts cut away from these two young men
could ever be entirely destroyed, and if they are still in those barrels,
they are likely to be just the same as when the enchanted axe or sword
severed them."
"It doesn't matter, however," said the Tin Woodman. "Our tin
bodies are more brilliant and durable, and quite satisfy us."
"Yes, the tin bodies are best," agreed the Tin Soldier. "Nothing
can hurt them."
"Unless they get dented or rusted," said Woot, but both the tin
men frowned on him.
Scraps of tin of all shapes and sizes lay scattered around the
workshop. Also, there were hammers and anvils and soldering irons and a
charcoal furnace and many other tools such as a tinsmith works with.
Against two of the side walls had been built stout workbenches, and in
the center of the room was a long table. At the end of the shop, which
adjoined the dwelling, were several cupboards. After examining the
interior of the workshop until his curiosity was satisfied, Woot said, "I
think I will go outside until Ku-Klip comes. It does not seem quite
proper for us to take possession of his house while he is absent."
"That is true," agreed the Scarecrow, and they were all about to
leave the room when the Tin Woodman said, "Wait a minute," and they
halted in obedience to the command.

The Tin Woodman had just noticed the cupboards and was curious to
know what they contained, so he went to one of them and opened the door.
There were shelves inside, and upon one of the shelves which was about on
a level with his tin chin, the Emperor discovered a Head. It looked like
a doll's head, only it was larger, and he soon saw it was the Head of
some person. It was facing the Tin Woodman, and as the cupboard door
swung back, the eyes of the Head slowly opened and looked at him. The
Tin Woodman was not at all surprised, for in the Land of Oz one runs into
magic at every turn. "Dear me!" said the Tin Woodman, staring hard. "It
seems as if I had met you somewhere before. Good morning, sir!"
"You have the advantage of me," replied the Head. "I never saw
you before in my life."
"Still, your face is very familiar," persisted the Tin Woodman.
"Pardon me, but may I ask if you--eh--eh--if you ever had a Body?"
"Yes, at one time," answered the Head, "but that is so long ago I
can't remember it. Did you think," with a pleasant smile, "that I was
born just as I am? That a Head would be created without a Body?"
"No, of course not," said the other. "But how came you to lose
your body?"
"Well, I can't remember the details; you'll have to ask Ku-Klip
about it," returned the Head. "For, curious as it may seem to you, my
memory is not good since my separation from the rest of me. I still
possess my brains, and my intellect is as good as ever, but my memory of
some of the events I formerly experienced is quite hazy."
"How long have you been in this cupboard?" asked the Emperor.
"I don't know."
"Haven't you a name?"
"Oh yes," said the Head. "I used to be called Nick Chopper when
I was a woodman and cut down trees for a living."
"Good gracious!" cried the Tin Woodman in astonishment. "If you
are Nick Chopper's Head, then you are ME--or I'm YOU--or--or--What
relation ARE we, anyway?"
"Don't ask me," replied the Head. "For my part, I'm not anxious
to claim relationship with any common manufactured article like you. You
may be all right in your class, but your class isn't my class. You're tin."
The poor Emperor felt so bewildered that for a time he could only
stare at his old Head in silence. Then he said, "I must admit that I
wasn't at all bad looking before I became tin. You're almost
handsome--for meat. If your hair was combed, you'd be quite attractive."
"How do you expect me to comb my hair without help?" demanded the
Head indignantly. "I used to keep it smooth and neat when I had arms,
but after I was removed from the rest of me, my hair got mussed, and old
Ku-Klip never has combed it for me."
"I'll speak to him about it," said the Tin Woodman. "Do you
remember loving a pretty Munchkin girl named Nimmie Amee?"
"No," answered the Head. "That is a foolish question. The heart
in my body--when I had a body--might have loved someone, for all I know,
but a head isn't made to love; it's made to think."
"Oh, do you think, then?"
"I used to think."
"You must have been shut up in this cupboard for years and years.
What have you thought about in all that time?"
"Nothing. That's another foolish question. A little reflection
will convince you that I have had nothing to think about except the
boards on the inside of the cupboard door, and it didn't take me long to
think of everything about those boards that could be thought of. Then, of
course, I quit thinking."
"And are you happy?"
"Happy? What's that?"
"Don't you know what happiness is?" inquired the Tin Woodman.
"I haven't the faintest idea whether it's round or square, or
black or white, or what it is. And if you will pardon my lack of
interest in it, I will say that I don't care."
The Tin Woodman was much puzzled by these answers. His traveling
companions had grouped themselves at his back and had fixed their eyes on
the Head and listened to the conversation with much interest, but until
now they had not interrupted because they thought the Tin Woodman had the
best right to talk to his own head and renew acquaintance with it. But
now the Tin Soldier remarked, "I wonder if MY old head happens to be in
any of these cupboards." And he proceeded to open all the cupboard
doors. But no other head was to be found on any of the shelves.
"Oh well, never mind," said Woot the Wanderer. "I can't imagine
what anyone wants of a cast-off head, anyhow."
"I can understand the Soldier's interest," asserted Polychrome,
dancing around the grimy workshop until her draperies formed a cloud
around her dainty form. "For sentimental reasons a man might like to see
his old head once more, just as one likes to revisit an old home."
"And then to kiss it goodbye," added the Scarecrow.
"I hope that tin thing won't try to kiss ME goodbye!" exclaimed
the Tin Woodman's former head. "And I don't see what right you folks
have to disturb my peace and comfort, either."
"You belong to me," the Tin Woodman declared.
"I do not!"
"You and I are one."
"We've been parted," asserted the Head. "It would be unnatural
for me to have any interest in a man made of tin. Please close the door
and leave me alone."
"I did not think that my old Head could be so disagreeable," said
the Emperor. "I--I'm quite ashamed of myself, meaning YOU."
"You ought to be glad that I've enough sense to know what my
rights are," retorted the Head. "In this cupboard I am leading a simple
life, peaceful and dignified, and when a mob of people in whom I am not
interested disturbs me, THEY are the disagreeable ones, not I."
With a sigh, the Tin Woodman closed and latched the cupboard door
and turned away.
"Well," said the Tin Soldier, "if my old head would have treated
me as coldly and in so unfriendly a manner as your old head has treated
you, friend Chopper, I'm glad I could not find it."
"Yes, I'm rather surprised at my head, myself," replied the Tin
Woodman thoughtfully. I thought I had a more pleasant disposition when I
was made of meat."
But just then old Ku-Klip the Tinsmith arrived, and he seemed
surprised to find so many visitors. Ku-Klip was a stout man and a short
man. He had his sleeves rolled above his elbows, showing muscular arms,
and he wore a leathern apron that covered all the front of him and was so
long that Woot was surprised he didn't step on it and trip whenever he
walked. And Ku-Klip had a gray beard that was almost as long as his
apron, and his head was bald on top, and his ears stuck out from his head
like two fans. Over his eyes, which were bright and twinkling, he wore
big spectacles. It was easy to see that the tinsmith was a kind-hearted
man as well as a merry and agreeable one. "Oho!" he cried in a joyous
bass voice. "Here are both my tin men come to visit me, and they and
their friends are welcome indeed. I'm very proud of you two characters, I
assure you, for you are so perfect that you are proof that I'm a good
workman. Sit down, sit down, all of you--if you can find anything to sit
on--and tell me why you are here."
So they found seats and told him all of their adventures that
they thought he would like to know. Ku-Klip was glad to learn that Nick
Chopper, the Tin Woodman, was now Emperor of the Winkies and a friend of
Ozma of Oz, and the tinsmith was also interested in the Scarecrow and
Polychrome. He turned the straw man around, examining him curiously, and
patted him on all sides, and then said, "You are certainly wonderful, but
I think you would be more durable and steady on your legs if you were
made of tin. Would you like me to--"
"No indeed!" interrupted the Scarecrow hastily. "I like myself
better as I am."
But to Polychrome the tinsmith said, "Nothing could improve YOU,
my dear, for you are the most beautiful maiden I have ever seen. It is
pure happiness just to look at you."
"That is praise, indeed, from so skillful a workman," returned
the Rainbow's Daughter, laughing and dancing in and out the room.
"Then it must be this boy you wish me to help," said Ku-Klip,
looking at Woot.
"No," said Woot, "we are not come here to seek your skill, but
have merely come to you for information."
Then, between them, they related their search for Nimmie Amee,
whom the Tin Woodman explained he had resolved to marry, yet who had
promised to become the bride of the Tin Soldier before he unfortunately
became rusted. And when the story was told, they asked Ku-Klip if he
knew what had become of Nimmie Amee.
"Not exactly," replied the old man, "but I know that she wept
bitterly when the Tin Soldier did not come to marry her as he had
promised to do. The old Witch was so provoked at the girl's tears that
she beat Nimmie Amee with her crooked stick and then hobbled away to
gather some magic herbs with which she intended to transform the girl
into an old hag so that no one would again love her or care to marry her.
It was while she was away on this errand that Dorothy's house fell on the
Wicked Witch and she turned to dust and blew away. When I heard the good
news, I sent Nimmie Amee to find the Silver Shoes which the Witch had
worn, but Dorothy had taken them with her to the Emerald City."
"Yes, we know all about those Silver Shoes," said the Scarecrow.
"Well," continued Ku-Klip, "after that, Nimmie Amee decided to go
away from the forest and live with some people she was acquainted with
who had a house on Mount Munch. I have never seen the girl since."
"Do you know the name of the people on Mount Munch with whom she
went to live?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"No, Nimmie Amee did not mention her friend's name, and I did not
ask her. She took with her all that she could carry of the goods that
were in the Witch's house, and she told me I could have the rest. But
when I went there, I found nothing worth taking except some magic powders
that I did not know how to use, and a bottle of Magic Glue."
"What is Magic Glue?" asked Woot.
"It is a magic preparation with which to mend people when they
cut themselves. One time, long ago, I cut off one of my fingers by
accident, and I carried it to the Witch, who took down her bottle and
glued it on again for me. See!"--showing them his fingers--"It is as
good as ever it was. No one else that I ever heard of had this Magic
Glue, and of course when Nick Chopper cut himself to pieces with his
enchanted axe and Captain Fyter cut himself to pieces with his enchanted
sword, the Witch did not mend them or allow me to glue them together
because she had herself wickedly enchanted the axe and sword. Nothing
remained but for me to make them new parts out of tin; but as you see,
tin answered the purpose very well, and I am sure their tin bodies are
a great improvement on their meat bodies."
"Very true," said the Tin Soldier.
"I quite agree with you," said the Tin Woodman. "I happened to
find my old head in your cupboard a while ago, and certainly it is not as
desirable a head as the tin one I now wear."
"By the way," said the Tin Soldier, "what ever became of MY old
head, Ku-Klip?"
"Let me think a minute," replied Ku-Klip. "If I remember right,
you two boys used to bring me most of your parts when they were cut off,
and I saved them in that barrel in the corner. You must not have brought
me all the parts, for when I made Chopfyt I had hard work finding enough
pieces to complete the job. I finally had to finish him with one arm."
"Who is Chopfyt?" inquired Woot.
"Oh, haven't I told you about Chopfyt?" exclaimed Ku-Klip. "Of
course not! And he's quite a curiosity, too. You'll be interested in
hearing about Chopfyt. This is how he happened: One day after the Witch
had been destroyed and Nimmie Amee had gone to live with her friends on
Mount Munch, I was looking around the shop for something and came upon
the bottle of Magic Glue which I had brought from the old Witch's house.
It occurred to me to piece together the odds and ends of you two people,
which of course were just as good as ever, and see if I couldn't make a
man out of them. If I succeeded, I would have an assistant to help me
with my work, and I thought it would be a clever idea to put to some
practical use the scraps of Nick Chopper and Captain Fyter. There were
two perfectly good heads in my cupboard, and a lot of feet and legs and
parts of bodies in the barrel, so I set to work to see what I could do.
"First I pieced together a body, gluing it with the Witch's Magic
Glue, which worked perfectly. That was the hardest part of my job,
however, because the bodies didn't match up well, and some parts were
missing. But by using a piece of Captain Fyter here and a piece of Nick
Chopper there, I finally got together a very decent body, with heart and
all the trimmings complete."
"Whose heart did you use in making the body?" asked the Tin
Woodman anxiously.
"I can't tell, for the parts had no tags on them, and one heart
looks much like another. After the body was completed, I glued two fine
legs and feet onto it. One leg was Nick Chopper's and one was Captain
Fyter's, and finding one leg longer than the other, I trimmed it down to
make them match. I was much disappointed to find that I had but one arm.
There was an extra leg in the barrel, but I could find only one arm.
Having glued this onto the body, I was ready for the head, and I had some
difficulty in making up my mind which head to use. Finally, I shut my
eyes and reached out my hand toward the cupboard shelf, and the first
head I touched I glued upon my new man."
"It was mine!" declared the Tin Soldier gloomily.
"No, it was mine," asserted Ku-Klip, "for I had given you another
in exchange for it, the beautiful tin head you now wear. When the glue
had dried, my man was quite an interesting fellow. I named him Chopfyt,
using a part of Nick Chopper's name and a part of Captain Fyter's name
because he was a mixture of both your cast-off parts. Chopfyt was
interesting, as I said, but he did not prove a very agreeable companion.
He complained bitterly because I had given him but one arm--as if it were
my fault--and he grumbled because the suit of blue Munchkin clothes which
I got for him from a neighbor did not fit him perfectly."
"Ah, that was because he was wearing my old head," remarked the
Tin Soldier. "I remember that head used to be very particular about its
clothes."
"As an assistant," the old tinsmith continued, "Chopfyt was not a
success. He was awkward with tools and was always hungry. He demanded
something to eat six or eight times a day, so I wondered if I had fitted
his insides properly. Indeed, Chopfyt ate so much that little food was
left for myself, so when he proposed one day to go out into the world and
seek adventures, I was delighted to be rid of him. I even made him a tin
arm to take the place of the missing one, and that pleased him very much,
so that we parted good friends."
"What became of Chopfyt after that?" the Scarecrow inquired.
"I never heard. He started off toward the east, into the plains
of the Munchkin Country, and that was the last I ever saw of him."
"It seems to me," said the Tin Woodman reflectively, "that you did
wrong in making a man out of our cast-off parts. It is evident that
Chopfyt could, with justice, claim relationship with both of us."
"Don't worry about that," advised Ku-Klip cheerfully. "It is not
likely that you will ever meet the fellow. And if you should meet him,
he doesn't know who he is made of, for I never told him the secret of his
manufacture. Indeed, you are the only ones who know of it, and you may
keep the secret to yourselves if you wish to."
"Never mind Chopfyt," said the Scarecrow. "Our business now is
to find poor Nimmie Amee and let her choose her tin husband. To do that,
it seems from the information Ku-Klip has given us, we must travel to
Mount Munch."
"If that's the programme, let us start at once," suggested Woot.
So they all went outside, where they found Polychrome dancing
about among the trees and talking with the birds and laughing as merrily
as if she had not lost her Rainbow and so been separated from all her
fairy sisters. They told her they were going to Mount Munch, and she
replied, "Very well. I am as likely to find my Rainbow there as here,
and any other place is as likely as there. It all depends on the
weather. Do you think it looks like rain?"
They shook their heads, and Polychrome laughed again and danced
on after them when they resumed their journey.

They were proceeding so easily and comfortably on their way to
Mount Munch that Woot said in a serious tone of voice, "I'm afraid
something is going to happen."
"Why?" asked Polychrome, dancing around the group of travelers.
"Because," said the boy thoughtfully, "I've noticed that when we
have the least reason for getting into trouble, something is sure to go
wrong. Just now the weather is delightful; the grass is beautifully blue
and quite soft to our feet; the mountain we are seeking shows clearly in
the distance; and there is no reason why anything should happen to delay
us in getting there. Our troubles all seem to be over, and--well, that's
why I'm afraid," he added with a sigh.
"Dear me!" remarked the Scarecrow. "What unhappy thoughts you
have, to be sure. This is proof that born brains cannot equal
manufactured brains, for MY brains dwell only on facts and never borrow
trouble. When there is occasion for my brains to think, they think, but I
would be ashamed of my brains if they kept shooting out thoughts that
were merely fears and imaginings, such as do no good but are likely to do
harm."
"For my part," said the Tin Woodman, "I do not think at all, but
allow my red velvet heart to guide me at all times."
"The tinsmith filled my hollow head with scraps and clippings of
tin," said the Soldier, "and he told me they would do nicely for brains,
but when I begin to think, the scraps rattle around and get so mixed that
I'm soon bewildered. So I try not to think. My tin heart is almost as
useless to me, for it is hard and cold, so I'm sure the red velvet heart
of my friend Nick Chopper is a better guide."
"Thoughtless people are not unusual," observed the Scarecrow,
"but I consider them more fortunate than those who have useless or wicked
thoughts and do not try to curb them. Your oil can, friend Woodman, is
filled with oil, but you only apply the oil to your joints, drop by drop,
as you need it, and do not keep spilling it where it will do no good.
Thoughts should be restrained in the same way as your oil and only
applied when necessary and for a good purpose. If used carefully,
thoughts are a good thing to have."
Polychrome laughed at him, for the Rainbow's Daughter knew more
about thoughts than the Scarecrow did. But the others were solemn,
feeling they had been rebuked, and tramped on in silence. Suddenly,
Woot, who was in the lead, looked around and found that all his comrades
had mysteriously disappeared. But where could they have gone to? The
broad plain was all about him, and there were neither trees nor bushes
that could hide even a rabbit, nor any hole for one to fall into. Yet
there he stood, alone.
Surprise had caused him to halt, and with a thoughtful and puzzled
expression on his face, he looked down at his feet. It startled him anew
to discover that he had no feet. He reached out his hands, but he could
not see them. He could feel his hands and arms and body; he stamped his
feet on the grass and knew they were there; but in some strange way they
had become invisible. While Woot stood wondering, a crash of metal
sounded in his ears and he heard two heavy bodies tumble to the earth
just beside him.
"Good gracious!" cried the voice of the Tin Woodman.
"Mercy me!" cried the voice of the Tin Soldier.
"Why didn't you look where you were going?" asked the Tin Woodman
reproachfully.
"I did, but I couldn't see you," said the Tin Soldier.
"Something has happened to my tin eyes. I can't see you, even now, nor
can I see anyone else!"
"It's the same way with me," admitted the Tin Woodman.
Woot couldn't see either of them, although he heard them plainly,
and just then something smashed against him unexpectedly and knocked him
over; but it was only the straw-stuffed body of the Scarecrow that fell
upon him, and while he could not see the Scarecrow, he managed to push
him off and rose to his feet just as Polychrome whirled against him and
made him tumble again. Sitting upon the ground, the boy asked, "Can YOU
see us, Poly?"
"No indeed," answered the Rainbow's Daughter. "We've all become
invisible."
"How did it happen, do you suppose?" inquired the Scarecrow,
lying where he had fallen.
"We have met with no enemy," answered Polychrome, "so it must be
that this part of the country has the magic quality of making people
invisible--even fairies falling under the charm. We can see the grass
and the flowers and the stretch of plain before us, and we can still see
Mount Munch in the distance; but we cannot see ourselves or one another."
"Well, what are we to do about it?" demanded Woot.
"I think this magic affects only a small part of the plain,"
replied Polychrome. "Perhaps there is only a streak of the country where
an enchantment makes people become invisible. So if we get together and
hold hands, we can travel toward Mount Munch until the enchanted streak
is passed."
"All right," said Woot, jumping up, "give me your hand,
Polychrome. Where are you?"
"Here," she answered. "Whistle, Woot, and keep whistling until I
come to you."
So Woot whistled, and presently Polychrome found him and grasped
his hand.
"Someone must help me up," said the Scarecrow, lying near them.
So they found the straw man and set him upon his feet, after which he
held fast to Polychrome's other hand.
Nick Chopper and the Tin Soldier had managed to scramble up
without assistance, but it was awkward for them, and the Tin Woodman
said, "I don't seem to stand straight, somehow. But my joints all work,
so I guess I can walk."
Guided by his voice, they reached his side, where Woot grasped
his tin fingers so they might keep together.
The Tin Soldier was standing nearby, and the Scarecrow soon
touched him and took hold of his hand. "I hope you're not wobbly," said
the straw man, "for if two of us walk unsteadily, we will be sure to fall."
"I'm not wobbly," the Tin Soldier assured him, "but I'm certain
that one of my legs is shorter than the other. I can't see to tell
what's gone wrong, but I'll limp on with the rest of you until we are out
of this enchanted territory."
They now formed a line, holding hands, and turning their faces
toward Mount Munch, resumed their journey. They had not gone far,
however, when a terrible growl saluted their ears. The sound seemed to
come from a place just in front of them, so they halted abruptly and
remained silent, listening with all their ears. "I smell straw!" cried a
hoarse, harsh voice with more growls and snarls. "I smell straw, and I'm
a Hip-po-gy-raf who loves straw and eats all he can find. I want to eat
THIS straw! Where is it? Where is it?"
The Scarecrow, hearing this, trembled but kept silent. All the
others were silent, too, hoping that the invisible beast would be unable
to find them. But the creature sniffed the odor of the straw and drew
nearer to them until he reached the Tin Woodman on one end of the line.
It was a big beast, and it smelled of the Tin Woodman and grated two rows
of enormous teeth against the Emperor's tin body. "Bah! That's not
straw," said the harsh voice, and the beast advanced along the line to
Woot. "Meat! Pooh, you're no good! I can't eat meat," grumbled the
beast, and passed on to Polychrome. "Sweetmeats and perfume, cobwebs and
dew! Nothing to eat in a fairy like you," said the creature.
Now the Scarecrow was next to Polychrome in the line, and he
realized if the beast devoured his straw, he would be helpless for a long
time, because the last farmhouse was far behind them and only grass
covered the vast expanse of plain. So in his fright he let go of
Polychrome's hand and put the hand of the Tin Soldier in that of the
Rainbow's Daughter. Then he slipped back of the line and went to the
other end, where he silently seized the Tin Woodman's hand. Meantime,
the beast had smelled the Tin Soldier and found he was the last of the
line. "That's funny!" growled the Hip-po-gy-raf. "I can smell straw, but
I can't find it. Well, it's here somewhere, and I must hunt around until
I DO find it, for I'm hungry."
His voice was now at the left of them, so they started on, hoping
to avoid him, and traveled as fast as they could in the direction of
Mount Munch.
"I don't like this invisible country," said Woot with a shudder.
"We can't tell how many dreadful, invisible beasts are roaming around us,
or what danger we'll come to next."
"Quit thinking about danger, please," said the Scarecrow
warningly.
"Why?" asked the boy.
"If you think of some dreadful thing, it's liable to happen, but
if you don't think of it and no one else thinks of it, it just CAN'T
happen. Do you see?"
"No," answered Woot. "I won't be able to see much of anything
until we escape from this enchantment. But they got out of the invisible
strip of country as suddenly as they had entered it, and the instant they
got out, they stopped short, for just before them was a deep ditch running
at right angles as far as their eyes could see and stopping all further
progress toward Mount Munch.
"It's not so very wide," said Woot, "but I'm sure none of us can
jump across it."
Polychrome began to laugh, and the Scarecrow said, "What's the
matter?"
"Look at the tin men!" she said with another burst of merry
laughter. Woot and the Scarecrow looked, and the tin men looked at
themselves.
"It was the collision," said the Tin Woodman regretfully. "I
knew something was wrong with me, and now I can see that my side is
dented in so that I lean over toward the left. It was the Soldier's
fault. He shouldn't have been so careless."
"It is your fault that my right leg is bent, making it shorter
than the other, so that I limp badly," retorted the Soldier. "You
shouldn't have stood where I was walking."
"You shouldn't have walked where I was standing," replied the Tin
Woodman.
It was almost a quarrel, so Polychrome said soothingly, "Never
mind, friends. As soon as we have time, I am sure we can straighten the
Soldier's leg and get the dent out of the Woodman's body. The Scarecrow
needs patting into shape, too, for he had a bad tumble, but our first
task is to get over this ditch."
"Yes, the ditch is the most important thing just now," added
Woot.
They were standing in a row, looking hard at the unexpected
barrier, when a fierce growl from behind them made them all turn quickly.
Out of the invisible country marched a huge beast with a thick, leathery
skin and a surprisingly long neck. The head on the top of this neck was
broad and flat, and the eyes and mouth were very big and the nose and
ears very small. When the head was drawn down toward the beast's
shoulders, the neck was all wrinkles, but the head could shoot up very
high indeed if the creature wished it to.
"Dear me!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, "This must be the
Hip-po-gy-raf."
"Quite right," said the beast, "and you're the straw which I'm to
eat for my dinner. Oh, how I love straw! I hope you don't resent my
affectionate appetite." With its four great legs it advanced straight
toward the Scarecrow, but the Tin Woodman and the Tin Soldier both sprang
in front of their friend and flourished their weapons.
"Keep off!" said the Tin Woodman warningly. "Or I'll chop you
with my axe."
"Keep off!" said the Tin Soldier. "Or I'll cut you with my
sword."
"Would you really do that?" asked the Hip-po-gy-raf in a
disappointed voice.
"We would," they both replied, and the Tin Woodman added, "The
Scarecrow is our friend, and he would be useless without his straw
stuffing. So as we are comrades, faithful and true, we will defend our
friend's stuffing against all enemies."
The Hip-po-gy-raf sat down and looked at them sorrowfully. "When
one has made up his mind to have a meal of delicious straw and then finds
he can't have it, it is certainly hard luck," he said. "And what good is
the straw man to you, or to himself, when the ditch keeps you from going
any further?"
"Well, we can go back again," suggested Woot.
"True," said the Hip-po, "and if you do, you'll be as
disappointed as I am. That's some consolation, anyhow."
The travelers looked at the beast, and then they looked across
the ditch at the level plain beyond. On the other side the grass had
grown tall and the sun had dried it so there was a fine crop of hay that
only needed to be cut and stacked. "Why don't you cross over and eat
hay?" the boy asked the beast.
"I'm not fond of hay," replied the Hip-po-gy-raf. "Straw is much
more delicious to my notion, and it's more scarce in this neighborhood,
too. Also, I must confess that I can't get across the ditch, for my body
is too heavy and clumsy for me to jump the distance. I can stretch my
neck across, though, and you will notice that I've nibbled the hay on the
farther edge--not because I liked it, but because one must eat, and if
one can't get the sort of food he desires, he must take what is offered
or go hungry."
"Ah, I see you are a philosopher," remarked the Scarecrow.
"No, I'm just a Hip-po-gy-raf," was the reply.
Polychrome was not afraid of the big beast. She danced close to
him and said, "If you can stretch your neck across the ditch, why not
help us over? We can sit on your big head, one at a time, and then you
can lift us across."
"Yes, I CAN, it is true," answered the Hip-po, "but I refuse to
do it. Unless--" he added, and stopped short.
"Unless what?" asked Polychrome.
"Unless you first allow me to eat the straw with which the
Scarecrow is stuffed."
"No," said the Rainbow's Daughter, "that is too high a price to
pay. Our friend's straw is nice and fresh, for he was restuffed only a
little while ago."
"I know," agreed the Hip-po-gy-raf. "That's why I want it. If
it was old, musty straw, I wouldn't care for it."
"PLEASE lift us across," pleaded Polychrome.
"No," replied the beast. "Since you refuse my generous offer, I
can be as stubborn as you are."
After that, they were all silent for a time, but then the
Scarecrow said bravely, "Friends, let us agree to the beast's terms.
Give him my straw and carry the rest of me with you across the ditch.
Once on the other side, the Tin Soldier can cut some of the hay with his
sharp sword, and you can stuff me with that material until we reach a
place where there is straw. It is true I have been stuffed with straw
all my life, and it will be somewhat humiliating to be filled with common
hay, but I am willing to sacrifice my pride in a good cause. Moreover, to
abandon our errand and so deprive the great Emperor of the Winkies or
this noble Soldier of his bride would be equally humiliating, if not more
so."
"You're a very honest and clever man!" exclaimed the
Hip-po-gy-raf admiringly. "When I have eaten your head, perhaps I also
will become clever."
"You're not to eat my head, you know," returned the Scarecrow
hastily. "My head isn't stuffed with straw, and I cannot part with it.
When one loses his head, he loses his brains."
"Very well, then, you may keep your head," said the beast.
The Scarecrow's companions thanked him warmly for his loyal
sacrifice to their mutual good, and then he laid down and permitted them
to pull the straw from his body. As fast as they did this, the
Hip-po-gy-raf ate up the straw, and when all was consumed, Polychrome
made a neat bundle of the clothes and boots and gloves and hat and said
she would carry them, while Woot tucked the Scarecrow's head under his
arm and promised to guard its safety. "Now then," said the Tin Woodman,
"keep your promise, Beast, and lift us over the ditch."
"M-m-m-mum, but that was a fine dinner!" said the Hip-po,
smacking its thick lips in satisfaction, "and I'm as good as my word.
Sit on my head, one at a time, and I'll land you safely on the other
side." He approached close to the edge of the ditch and squatted down.
Polychrome climbed over his big body and sat herself lightly upon the
flat head, holding the bundle of the Scarecrow's raiment in her hand.
Slowly, the elastic neck stretched out until it reached the far side of
the ditch, when the beast lowered his head and permitted the beautiful
fairy to leap to the ground. Woot made the queer journey next, and then
the Tin Soldier and the Tin Woodman went over, and all were well pleased
to have overcome this serious barrier to their progress.
"Now, Soldier, cut the hay," said the Scarecrow's head, which was
still held by Woot the Wanderer.
"I'd like to, but I can't stoop over with my bent leg without
falling," replied Captain Fyter.
"What can we do about that leg, anyhow?" asked Woot, appealing to
Polychrome.
She danced around in a circle several times without replying, and
the boy feared she had not heard him, but the Rainbow's Daughter was
merely thinking upon the problem, and presently she paused beside the Tin
Soldier and said, "I've been taught a little fairy magic, but I've never
before been asked to mend tin legs with it, so I'm not sure I can help
you. It all depends on the good will of my unseen fairy guardians, so
I'll try, and if I fail, you will be no worse off than you are now." She
danced around the circle again, and then laid both hands upon the twisted
tin leg and sang in her sweet voice,
"Fairy Powers, come to my aid!
This bent leg of tin is made;
Make it straight and strong and true,
And I'll render thanks to you."
"Ah!" murmured Captain Fyter in a glad voice as she withdrew her
hands and danced away. And they saw he was standing straight as ever,
because his leg was as shapely and strong as it had been before his
accident.
The Tin Woodman had watched Polychrome with much interest, and
now he said, "Please take the dent out of my side, Poly, for I am more
crippled than was the Soldier."
So the Rainbow's Daughter touched his side lightly and sang,
"Here's a dent by accident;
Such a thing was never meant.
Fairy Powers, so wondrous great,
Make our dear Tin Woodman straight!"
"Good!" cried the Emperor, again standing erect and strutting
around to show his fine figure. "Your fairy magic may not be able to
accomplish all things, sweet Polychrome, but it works splendidly on tin.
Thank you very much."
"The hay, the hay!" pleaded the Scarecrow's head.
"Oh yes, the hay," said Woot. "What are you waiting for, Captain
Fyter?"
At once the Tin Soldier set to work cutting hay with his sword,
and in a few minutes there was quite enough with which to stuff the
Scarecrow's body. Woot and Polychrome did this, and it was no easy task,
because the hay packed together more than straw, and as they had little
experience in such work, their job when completed left the Scarecrow's
arms and legs rather bunchy. Also, there was a hump on his back which
made Woot laugh and say it reminded him of a camel, but it was the best
they could do, and when the head was fastened onto the body, they asked
the Scarecrow how he felt. "A little heavy, and not quite natural," he
cheerfully replied, "but I'll get along somehow until we reach a
strawstack. Don't laugh at me, please, because I'm a little ashamed of
myself, and I don't want to regret a good action."
They started at once in the direction of Mount Munch, and as the
Scarecrow proved very clumsy in his movements, Woot took one of his arms
and the Tin Woodman the other and so helped their friend to walk in a
straight line. And the Rainbow's Daughter, as before, danced ahead of
them and behind them and all around them, and they never minded her odd
ways because to them she was like a ray of sunshine.

The Land of the Munchkins is full of surprises, as our travelers
had already learned, and although Mount Munch was constantly growing
larger as they advanced toward it, they knew it was still a long way off
and were not certain, by any means, that they had escaped all danger or
encountered their last adventure.
The plain was broad, and as far as the eye could see there seemed
to be a level stretch of country between them and the mountain, but
toward evening they came upon a hollow in which stood a tiny, blue
Munchkin dwelling with a garden around it and fields of grain filling in
all the rest of the hollow. They did not discover this place until they
came close to the edge of it, and they were astonished at the sight that
greeted them because they had imagined that this part of the plain had no
inhabitants. "It's a very small house," Woot declared. "I wonder who
lives there."
"The way to find out is to knock on the door and ask," replied the
Tin Woodman. "Perhaps it is the home of Nimmie Amee."
"Is she a dwarf?" asked the boy.
"No indeed. Nimmie Amee is a full-sized woman."
"Then I'm sure she couldn't live in that little house," said
Woot.
"Let's go down," suggested the Scarecrow. "I'm almost sure I can
see a strawstack in the back yard."
They descended the hollow, which was rather steep at the sides,
and soon came to the house, which was rather small indeed. Woot knocked
upon a door that was not much higher than his waist, but got no reply. He
knocked again, but not a sound was heard. "Smoke is coming out of the
chimney," announced Polychrome, who was dancing lightly through the
garden, where cabbages and beets and turnips and the like were growing
finely.
"Then someone surely lives here," said Woot, and knocked again.
Now a window at the side of the house opened, and a queer head appeared.
It was white and hairy and had a long snout and little, round eyes. The
ears were hidden by a blue sunbonnet tied under the chin. "Oh, it's a
pig!" exclaimed Woot.
"Pardon me. I am Mrs. Squealina Swyne, wife of Professor Grunter
Swyne, and this is our home," said the one in the window. "What do you
want?"
"What sort of a Professor is your husband?" inquired the Tin
Woodman curiously.
"He is Professor of Cabbage Culture and Corn Perfection. He is
very famous in his own country and would be the wonder of the world if he
went abroad," said Mrs. Swyne in a voice that was half proud and half
irritable. "I must also inform you intruders that the Professor is a
dangerous individual, for he files his teeth every morning until they are
sharp as needles. If you are butchers, you'd better run away and avoid
trouble."
"We are not butchers," the Tin Woodman assured her.
"Then what are you doing with that axe? And why has the other
tin man a sword?"
"They are the only weapons we have to defend our friends from
their enemies," explained the Emperor of the Winkies, and Woot added,
"Do not be afraid of us, Mrs. Swyne, for we are harmless
travelers. The tin men and the Scarecrow never eat anything, and
Polychrome feasts only on dewdrops. As for me, I'm rather hungry, but
there is plenty of food in your garden to satisfy me."
Professor Swyne now joined his wife in the window, looking rather
scared in spite of the boy's assuring speech. He wore a blue Munchkin
hat with pointed crown and broad brim, and big spectacles covered his
eyes. He peeked around from behind his wife and after looking hard at
the strangers he said, "My wisdom assures me that you are merely
travelers, as you say, and not butchers. Butchers have reason to be
afraid of me, but you are safe. We cannot invite you in, for you are too
big for our house, but the boy who eats is welcome to all the carrots and
turnips he wants. Make yourselves at home in the garden and stay all
night, if you like, but in the morning you must go away, for we are quiet
people and do not care for company."
"May I have some of your straw?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Help yourself," replied Professor Swyne.
"For pigs, they're quite respectable," remarked Woot as they all
went toward the strawstack.
"I'm glad they didn't invite us in," said Captain Fyter. "I hope
I'm not too particular about my associates, but I draw the line at pigs."
The Scarecrow was glad to be rid of his hay, for during the long
walk it had sagged down and made him fat and squatty and more bumpy than
at first. "I'm not especially proud," he said, "but I love a manly
figure such as only straw stuffing can create. I've not felt myself
since that hungry Hip-po ate my last straw."
Polychrome and Woot set to work removing the hay, and then they
selected the finest straw, crisp and golden, and with it stuffed the
Scarecrow anew. He certainly looked better after the operation, and he
was so pleased at being reformed that he tried to dance a little jig and
almost succeeded.
"I shall sleep under the strawstack tonight," Woot decided after
he had eaten some of the vegetables from the garden, and in fact he slept
very well, with the two tin men and the Scarecrow sitting silently beside
him and Polychrome away somewhere in the moonlight dancing her fairy
dances. At daybreak the Tin Woodman and the Tin Soldier took occasion to
polish their bodies and oil their joints, for both were exceedingly
careful of their personal appearance. They had forgotten the quarrel due
to their accidental bumping of one another in the invisible country, and
being now good friends the Tin Woodman polished the Tin Soldier's back
for him, and then the Tin Soldier polished the Tin Woodman's back.
For breakfast the Wanderer ate crisp lettuce and radishes, and
the Rainbow's Daughter, who had now returned to her friends, sipped the
dewdrops that had formed on the petals of the wildflowers. As they
passed the little house to renew their journey, Woot called out,
"Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Swyne!"
The window opened and the two pigs looked out. "A pleasant
journey," said the Professor.
"Have you any children?" asked the Scarecrow, who was a great
friend of children.
"We have nine," answered the Professor, "but they do not live
with us, for when they were tiny piglets the Wizard of Oz came here and
offered to care for them and to educate them. So we let him have our
nine tiny piglets, for he's a good Wizard and can be relied upon to keep
his promises."
"I know the Nine Tiny Piglets," said the Tin Woodman.
"So do I," said the Scarecrow. "They still live in the Emerald
City, and the Wizard takes good care of them and teaches them to do all
sorts of tricks."
"Did they ever grow up?" inquired Mrs. Squealina Swyne in an
anxious voice.
"No," answered the Scarecrow. "Like all other children in the
Land of Oz, they will always remain children, and in the case of the tiny
piglets, that is a good thing, because they would not be nearly so cute
and cunning if they were bigger."
"But are they happy?" asked Mrs. Swyne.
"Everyone in the Emerald City is happy," said the Tin Woodman.
"They can't help it."
Then the travelers said goodbye and climbed the side of the basin
that was toward Mount Munch.

On this morning, which ought to be the last of this important
journey, our friends started away as bright and cheery as could be, and
Woot whistled a merry tune so that Polychrome could dance to the music.
On reaching the top of the hill, the plain spread out before them in all
its beauty of blue grasses and wildflowers, and Mount Munch seemed much
nearer than it had the previous evening. They trudged on at a brisk
pace, and by noon the mountain was so close that they could admire its
appearance. Its slopes were partly clothed with pretty evergreens, and
its foothills were tufted with a slender, waving bluegrass that had a
tassel on the end of every blade. And for the first time they perceived,
near the foot of the mountain, a charming house, not of great size but
neatly painted and with many flowers surrounding it and vines climbing
over the doors and windows.
It was toward this solitary house that our travelers now directed
their steps, thinking to inquire of the people who lived there where
Nimmie Amee might be found. There were no paths, but the way was quite
open and clear, and they were drawing near to the dwelling when Woot the
Wanderer, who was then in the lead of the little party, halted with such
an abrupt jerk that he stumbled over backward and lay flat on his back in
the meadow. The Scarecrow stopped to look at the boy. "Why did you do
that?" he asked in surprise.
Woot sat up and gazed around him in amazement. "I--I don't
know!" he replied.
The two tin men, arm in arm, started to pass them, when both
halted and tumbled with a great clatter into a heap beside Woot.
Polychrome, laughing at the absurd sight, came dancing up and she, also,
came to a sudden stop, but managed to save herself from falling. Every
one of them was much astonished, and the Scarecrow said with a puzzled
look, "I don't see anything."
"Nor I," said Woot, "but something hit me, just the same."
"Some invisible person struck me a heavy blow," declared the Tin
Woodman, struggling to separate himself from the Tin Soldier, whose legs
and arms were mixed with his own.
"I'm not sure it was a person," said Polychrome, looking more
grave than usual. "It seems to me that I merely ran into some hard
substance which barred my way. In order to make sure of this, let me try
another place." She ran back a way and then with much caution advanced
in a different place, but when she reached a position on a line with the
others, she halted, her arms outstretched before her. "I can feel
something hard, something smooth as glass," she said, "but I'm sure it is
not glass."
"Let me try," suggested Woot, getting up. But when he tried to
go forward, he discovered the same barrier that Polychrome had
encountered. "No," he said, "it isn't glass. But what is it?"
"Air," replied a small voice beside him. "Solid air, that's
all."
They all looked downward and found a sky-blue rabbit had stuck
his head out of a burrow in the ground. The rabbit's eyes were a deeper
blue than his fur, and the pretty creature seemed friendly and unafraid.
"Air!" exclaimed Woot, staring in astonishment into the rabbit's
blue eyes. "Whoever heard of air so solid that one cannot push it aside?"
"You can't push THIS air aside," declared the rabbit, "for it was
made hard by powerful sorcery, and it forms a wall that is intended to
keep people from getting to that house yonder."
"Oh, it's a wall, is it?" said the Tin Woodman.
"Yes, it is really a wall," answered the rabbit, "and it is fully
six feet thick."
"How high is it?" inquired Captain Fyter, the Tin Soldier.
"Oh, ever so high. Perhaps a mile," said the rabbit.
"Couldn't we go around it?" asked Woot.
"Of course, for the wall is a circle," explained the rabbit. "In
the center of the circle stands the house, so you may walk around the
Wall of Solid Air, but you can't get to the house."
"Who put the air wall around the house?" was the Scarecrow's question.
"Nimmie Amee did that."
"Nimmie Amee!" they all exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes," answered the rabbit. "She used to live with an old Witch
who was suddenly destroyed, and when Nimmie Amee ran away from the
Witch's house, she took with her just one magic formula--pure sorcery it
was--which enabled her to build this air wall around her house, the house
yonder. It was quite a clever idea, I think, for it doesn't mar the
beauty of the landscape, solid air being invisible, and yet it keeps all
strangers away from the house."
"Does Nimmie Amee live there now?" asked the Tin Woodman anxiously.
"Yes indeed," said the rabbit.
"And does she weep and wail from morning till night?" continued
the Emperor.
"No, she seems quite happy," asserted the rabbit.
The Tin Woodman seemed quite disappointed to hear this report of
his old sweetheart, but the Scarecrow reassured his friend, saying,
"Never mind, your Majesty, however happy Nimmie Amee is now, I'm sure she
will be much happier as Empress of the Winkies."
"Perhaps," said Captain Fyter, somewhat stiffly, "she will be
still more happy to become the bride of a Tin Soldier."
"She shall choose between us, as we have agreed," the Tin Woodman
promised, "but how shall we get to the poor girl?"
Polychrome, although dancing lightly back and forth, had listened
to every word of the conversation. Now she came forward and sat herself
down just in front of the Blue Rabbit, her many-hued draperies giving her
the appearance of some beautiful flower. The rabbit didn't back away an
inch. Instead, he gazed at the Rainbow's Daughter admiringly. "Does your
burrow go underneath this Wall of Air?" asked Polychrome.
"To be sure," answered the Blue Rabbit. "I dug it that way so I
could roam in these broad fields by going out one way or eat the cabbages
in Nimmie Amee's garden by leaving my burrow at the other end. I don't
think Nimmie Amee ought to mind the little I take from her garden, or the
hole I've made under her magic wall. A rabbit may go and come as he
pleases, but no one who is bigger than I am could get through my burrow."
"Will you allow us to pass through it if we are able to?"
inquired Polychrome.
"Yes indeed," answered the Blue Rabbit. "I'm no especial friend
of Nimmie Amee, for once she threw stones at me just because I was
nibbling some lettuce, and only yesterday she yelled 'Shoo!' at me, which
made me nervous. You're welcome to use my burrow in any way you choose."
"But this is all nonsense!" declared Woot the Wanderer. "We are
every one too big to crawl through a rabbit's burrow."
"We are too big NOW," agreed the Scarecrow, "but you must
remember that Polychrome is a fairy, and fairies have many magic powers."
Woot's face brightened as he turned to the lovely Daughter of the
Rainbow. "Could you make us all as small as that rabbit?" he asked
eagerly.
"I can try," answered Polychrome. And presently she did it, so
easily that Woot was not the only one astonished. As the now tiny people
grouped themselves before the rabbit's burrow, the hole appeared to them
like the entrance to a tunnel, which indeed it was. "I'll go first,"
said wee Polychrome, who had made herself grow as small as the others,
and into the tunnel she danced without hesitation. A tiny Scarecrow went
next, and then the two funny little tin men.
"Walk in, it's your turn," said the Blue Rabbit to Woot the
Wanderer. "I'm coming after to see how you get along. This will be a
regular surprise party to Nimmie Amee."
So Woot entered the hole and felt his way along its smooth sides
in the dark until he finally saw the glimmer of daylight ahead and knew
the journey was almost over. Had he remained his natural size, the
distance could have been covered in a few steps, but to a thumb-high Woot
it was quite a promenade. When he emerged from the burrow, he found
himself but a short distance from the house in the center of the
vegetable garden, where the leaves of rhubarb waving above his head
seemed like trees. Outside the hole and waiting for him he found all his
friends.
"So far so good!" remarked the Scarecrow cheerfully.
"Yes, SO FAR, but no farther," returned the Tin Woodman in a
plaintive and disturbed tone of voice. "I am now close to Nimmie Amee,
whom I have come ever so far to seek, but I cannot ask the girl to marry
such a little man as I am now."
"I'm no bigger than a toy soldier!" said Captain Fyter
sorrowfully. "Unless Polychrome can make us big again, there is little
use in our visiting Nimmie Amee at all, for I'm sure she wouldn't care
for a husband she might carelessly step on and ruin."
Polychrome laughed merrily. "If I make you big, you can't get
out of here again," said she, "and if you remain little, Nimmie Amee will
laugh at you. So make your choice."
"I think we'd better go back," said Woot seriously.
"No," said the Tin Woodman stoutly, "I have decided that it's my
duty to make Nimmie Amee happy, in case she wishes to marry me."
"So have I," announced Captain Fyter. "A good soldier never
shrinks from doing his duty."
"As for that," said the Scarecrow, "tin doesn't shrink any to
speak of under any circumstances. But Woot and I intend to stick to our
comrades, whatever they decide to do, so we will ask Polychrome to make
us as big as we were before. Polychrome agreed to this request, and in
half a minute all of them, including herself, had been enlarged again to
their natural sizes. They then thanked the Blue Rabbit for his kind
assistance and at once approached the house of Nimmie Amee.

We may be sure that at this moment our friends were all anxious to
see the end of the adventure that had caused them so many trials and
troubles. Perhaps the Tin Woodman's heart did not beat any faster,
because it was made of red velvet and stuffed with sawdust, and the Tin
Soldier's heart was made of tin and reposed in his tin bosom without a
hint of emotion. However, there is little doubt that they both knew that
a critical moment in their lives had arrived and that Nimmie Amee's
decision was destined to influence the future of one or the other. As
they assumed their natural sizes and the rhubarb leaves that had before
towered above their heads now barely covered their feet, they looked
around the garden and found that no person was visible save themselves.
No sound of activity came from the house, either, but they walked to the
front door, which had a little porch built before it, and there the two
tin men stood side by side while both knocked upon the door with their
tin knuckles.
As no one seemed eager to answer the summons, they knocked again,
and then again. Finally, they heard a stir from within and someone
coughed. "Who's there?" called a girl's voice.
"It's I!" cried the tin twins together.
"How did you get there?" asked the voice.
They hesitated how to reply, so Woot answered for them, "By means
of magic."
"Oh," said the unseen girl. "Are you friends or foes?"
"Friends!" they all exclaimed.
Then they heard footsteps approach the door, which slowly opened
and revealed a very pretty Munchkin girl standing in the doorway.
"Nimmie Amee!" cried the tin twins.
"That's my name," replied the girl, looking at them in cold
surprise. "But who can YOU be?"
"Don't you know me, Nimmie?" said the Tin Woodman. "I'm your old
sweetheart, Nick Chopper!"
"Don't you know ME, my dear?" said the Tin Soldier. "I'm your
old sweetheart, Captain Fyter!"
Nimmie Amee smiled at them both. Then she looked beyond them at
the rest of the party and smiled again. However, she seemed more amused
than pleased. "Come in," she said, leading the way inside. "Even
sweethearts are forgotten after a time, but you and your friends are
welcome."
The room they now entered was cozy and comfortable, being neatly
furnished and well swept and dusted. But they found someone there
besides Nimmie Amee. A man dressed in the attractive Munchkin costume
was lazily reclining in a easy chair, and he sat up and turned his eyes
on the visitors with a cold and indifferent stare that was almost
insolent. He did not even rise from his seat to greet the strangers, but
after glaring at them he looked away with a scowl as if they were of too
little importance to interest him.
The tin men returned this man's stare with interest, but they did
not look away from him, because neither of them seemed able to take his
eyes off this Munchkin, who was remarkable in having one tin arm quite
like their own tin arms. "Seems to me," said Captain Fyter in a voice
that sounded harsh and indignant, "that you, sir, are a vile imposter!"
"Gently, gently!" cautioned the Scarecrow. "Don't be rude to
strangers, Captain."
"Rude?" shouted the Tin Soldier, now very much provoked. "Why,
he's a scoundrel, a thief! THE VILLAIN IS WEARING MY OWN HEAD!"
"Yes," added the Tin Woodman, "and he's wearing my right arm! I
can recognize it by the two warts on the little finger."
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Woot. "Then this must be the man whom
old Ku-Klip patched together and named Chopfyt."
The man now turned toward them, still scowling. "Yes, that is my
name," he said in a voice like a growl, "and it is absurd for you tin
creatures or for anyone else to claim my head or arm or any part of me,
for they are my personal property."
"You? You're a Nobody!" shouted Captain Fyter.
"You're just a mix-up," declared the Emperor.
"Now, now, gentlemen," interrupted Nimmie Amee, "I must ask you
to be more respectful to poor Chopfyt. For being my guests, it is not
polite for you to insult my husband."
"Your husband!" the tin twins exclaimed in dismay.
"Yes," said she. "I married Chopfyt a long time ago because my
other two sweethearts had deserted me."
This reproof embarrassed both Nick Chopper and Captain Fyter.
They looked down, shamefaced, for a moment, and then the Tin Woodman
explained in an earnest voice, "I rusted."
"So did I," said the Tin Soldier.
"I could not know that, of course," asserted Nimmie Amee. "All I
knew was that neither of you came to marry me as you had promised to do.
But men are not scarce in the Land of Oz. After I came here to live, I
met Mr. Chopfyt, and he was the more interesting because he reminded me
strongly of both of you as you were before you became tin. He even had a
tin arm, and that reminded me of you the more."
"No wonder!" remarked the Scarecrow.
"But listen, Nimmie Amee!" said the astonished Woot, "He really
IS both of them, for he is made of their cast-off parts."
"Oh, you're quite wrong," declared Polychrome, laughing, for she
was greatly enjoying the confusion of the others. "The tin men are still
themselves, as they will tell you, and so Chopfyt must be someone else."
They looked at her bewildered, for the facts in this case were
too puzzling to be grasped at once. "It is all the fault of old
Ku-Klip," muttered the Tin Woodman. "He had no right to use our cast-off
parts to make another man with."
"It seems he did it, however," said Nimmie Amee calmly, "and I
married him because he resembled you both. I won't say he is a husband
to be proud of, because he has a mixed nature and isn't always an
agreeable companion. There are times when I have to chide him gently,
both with my tongue and with my broomstick. But he is my husband, and I
must make the best of him."
"If you don't like him," suggested the Tin Woodman, "Captain
Fyter and I can chop him up with our axe and sword, and each take such
parts of the fellow as belong to him. Then we are willing for you to
select one of us as your husband."
"That is a good idea," approved Captain Fyter, drawing his sword.
"No," said Nimmie Amee. "I think I'll keep the husband I have
now. He is now trained to draw the water and carry in the wood and hoe
the cabbages and weed the flower beds and dust the furniture and perform
many tasks of a like character. A new husband would have to be scolded
and gently chided until he learns my ways. So I think it will be better
to keep my Chopfyt, and I see no reason why you should object to him.
You two gentlemen threw him away when you became tin, because you had no
further use for him, so you cannot justly claim him now. I advise you to
go back to your own homes and forget me, as I have forgotten you."
"Good advice!" laughed Polychrome, dancing.
"Are you happy?" asked the Tin Soldier.
"Of course I am," said Nimmie Amee. "I'm the mistress of all I
survey, the queen of my little domain."
"Wouldn't you like to be the Empress of the Winkies?" asked the
Tin Woodman.
"Mercy, no," she answered. "That would be a lot of bother. I
don't care for society, or pomp, or posing. All I ask is to be left
alone and not to be annoyed by visitors."
The Scarecrow nudged Woot the Wanderer. "That sounds to me like
a hint," he said.
"Looks as if we'd had our journey for nothing," remarked Woot,
who was a little ashamed and disappointed because he had proposed the
journey.
"I am glad, however," said the Tin Woodman, "that I have found
Nimmie Amee and discovered that she is already married and happy. It
will relieve me of any further anxiety concerning her."
"For my part," said the Tin Soldier, "I am not sorry to be free.
The only thing that really annoys me is finding my head upon Chopfyt's
body."
"As for that, I'm pretty sure it is MY body, or a part of it,
anyway," remarked the Emperor of the Winkies. "But never mind, friend
Soldier, let us be willing to donate our cast-off members to insure the
happiness of Nimmie Amee and be thankful it is not our fate to hoe
cabbages and draw water and be chided in the place of this creature
Chopfyt."
"Yes," agreed the Soldier, "we have much to be thankful for."
Polychrome, who had wandered outside, now poked her pretty head
through an open window and exclaimed in a pleased voice, "It's getting
cloudy. Perhaps it is going to rain!"

It didn't rain just then, although the clouds in the sky grew
thicker and more threatening. Polychrome hoped for a thunderstorm
followed by her Rainbow, but the two tin men did not relish the idea of
getting wet. They even preferred to remain in Nimmie Amee's house,
although they felt they were not welcome there, rather than go out and
face the coming storm. But the Scarecrow, who was a very thoughtful
person, said to his friends, "If we remain here until after the storm and
Polychrome goes away on her Rainbow, then we will be prisoners inside the
Wall of Solid Air, so it seems best to start upon our return journey at
once. If I get wet, my straw stuffing will be ruined, and if you two tin
gentlemen get wet, you may perhaps rust again and become useless. But
even that is better than to stay here. Once we are free of the barrier,
we have Woot the Wanderer to help us, and he can oil your joints and
restuff my body, if it becomes necessary, for the boy is made of meat,
which neither rusts nor gets soggy or moldy."
"Come along then!" cried Polychrome from the window, and the
others, realizing the wisdom of the Scarecrow's speech, took leave of
Nimmie Amee, who was glad to be rid of them, and said goodbye to her
husband, who merely scowled and made no answer, and then they hurried
from the house.
"Your old parts are not very polite, I must say," remarked the
Scarecrow when they were in the garden.
"No," said Woot, "Chopfyt is a regular grouch. He might have
wished us a pleasant journey, at the very least."
"I beg you not to hold us responsible for that creature's
actions," pleaded the Tin Woodman. "We are through with Chopfyt and
shall have nothing further to do with him."
Polychrome danced ahead of the party and led them straight to the
burrow of the Blue Rabbit, which they might have had some difficulty in
finding without her. There she lost no time in making them all small
again. The Blue Rabbit was busy nibbling cabbage leaves in Nimmie Amee's
garden, so they did not ask his permission, but at once entered the
burrow. Even now the raindrops were beginning to fall, but it was quite
dry inside the tunnel, and by the time they had reached the other end
outside the circular Wall of Solid Air, the storm was at its height and
the rain was coming down in torrents.
"Let us wait here," proposed Polychrome, peering out of the hole
and then quickly retreating. "The Rainbow won't appear until after the
storm, and I can make you big again in a jiffy before I join my sisters
on our bow."
"That's a good plan," said the Scarecrow approvingly. "It will
save me from getting soaked and soggy."
"It will save me from rusting," said the Tin Soldier.
"It will enable me to remain highly polished," said the Tin
Woodman.
"Oh, as for that, I myself prefer not to get my pretty clothes
wet," laughed the Rainbow's Daughter. "But while we wait, I will bid you
all adieu. I must also thank you for saving me from that dreadful
Giantess, Mrs. Yoop. You have been good and patient comrades, and I have
enjoyed our adventures together, but I am never so happy as when on my
dear Rainbow."
"Will your father scold you for getting left on the earth?" asked
Woot.
"I suppose so," said Polychrome gaily. "I'm always getting
scolded for my mad pranks, as they are called. My sisters are so sweet
and lovely and proper that they never dance off our Rainbow, and so they
never have any adventures. Adventures to me are good fun, only I never
like to stay too long on earth because I really don't belong there. I
shall tell my Father the Rainbow that I'll try not to be so careless
again, and he will forgive me because in our sky mansions there is always
joy and happiness."
They were indeed sorry to part with their dainty and beautiful
companion and assured her of their devotion if they ever chanced to meet
again. She shook hands with the Scarecrow and the Tin Men and kissed
Woot the Wanderer lightly upon the forehead. And then the rain suddenly
ceased, and as the tiny people left the burrow of the Blue Rabbit, a
glorious, big Rainbow appeared in the sky, and the end of its arch slowly
descended and touched the ground just where they stood.
Woot was so busy watching a score of lovely maidens--sisters of
Polychrome--who were leaning over the edge of the bow and another score
who danced gaily amid the radiance of the splendid hues that he did not
notice he was growing big again. But now Polychrome joined her sisters
on the Rainbow, and the huge arch lifted and slowly melted away as the
sun burst from the clouds and sent its own white beams dancing over the
meadows.
"Why, she's gone!" exclaimed the boy, and turned to see his
companions still waving their hands in token of adieu to the vanished
Polychrome.

Well, the rest of the story is quickly told, for the return
journey of our adventurers was without any important incident. The
Scarecrow was so afraid of meeting the Hip-po-gy-raf and having his straw
eaten again that he urged his comrades to select another route to the
Emerald City, and they willingly consented, so that the Invisible Country
was wholly avoided. Of course, when they reached the Emerald City, their
first duty was to visit Ozma's palace, where they were royally
entertained. The Tin Soldier and Woot the Wanderer were welcomed as
warmly as any strangers might be who had been the traveling companions of
Ozma's dear old friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman.
At the banquet table that evening they related the manner in
which they had discovered Nimmie Amee and told how they had found her
happily married to Chopfyt, whose relationship to Nick Chopper and
Captain Fyter was so bewildering that they asked Ozma's advice what to do
about it. "You need not consider Chopfyt at all," replied the beautiful
girl Ruler of Oz. "If Nimmie Amee is content with that misfit man for a
husband, we have not even just cause to blame Ku-Klip for gluing him
together."
"I think it was a very good idea," added little Dorothy, "for if
Ku-Klip hadn't used up your cast-off parts, they would have been wasted.
It's wicked to be wasteful, isn't it?"
"Well, anyhow," said Woot the Wanderer, "Chopfyt, being kept a
prisoner by his wife, is too far away from anyone to bother either of you
tin men in any way. If you hadn't gone where he is and discovered him,
you would never have worried about him."
"What do you care, anyhow," Betsy Bobbin asked the Tin Woodman,
"so long as Nimmie Amee is satisfied?"
"And just to think," remarked Tiny Trot, "that any girl would
rather live with a mixture like Chopfyt on far-away Mount Munch than to
be the Empress of the Winkies!"
"It is her own choice," said the Tin Woodman contentedly, "and
after all, I'm not sure the Winkies would care to have an Empress."
It puzzled Ozma for a time to decide what to do with the Tin
Soldier. If he went with the Tin Woodman to the Emperor's castle, she
felt that the two tin men might not be able to live together in harmony,
and moreover the Emperor would not be so distinguished if he had a double
constantly beside him. So she asked Captain Fyter if he was willing to
serve her as a soldier, and he promptly declared that nothing would
please him more. After he had been in her service for some time, Ozma
sent him into the Gillikin Country with instructions to keep order among
the wild people who inhabit some parts of that unknown country of Oz.
As for Woot, being a Wanderer by profession, he was allowed to
wander wherever he desired, and Ozma promised to keep watch over his
future journeys and to protect the boy as well as she was able, in case
he ever got into more trouble. All this having been happily arranged,
the Tin Woodman returned to his tin castle, and his chosen comrade, the
Scarecrow, accompanied him on the way. The two friends were sure to pass
many pleasant hours together in talking over their recent adventures, for
as they neither ate nor slept they found their greatest amusement in
conversation.